Yes, homes are the silent members of our families. They are part of the histories of our families. This is what makes saying goodbye to them so tough.
Gillian Clark | Posted 05.16.2012
I admit to entering a dark room to take a tooth and leave a dollar under the pillow. Perhaps because no adult in my life lied to me, I raised my kids with a tempered version of my mother's honesty. Will it hurt? Yes, only for a minute.
Sherri Edwards | Posted 05.10.2012
Year 7: Nothing will be more endearing than coming home to find your husband with his hair in barrettes having a tea party with your daughters.
Patricia Crisafulli | Posted 04.16.2012
At midlife, it's time to sort through the life stories we tell, pitching out the ones that no longer fit.
Pandora Boxx | Posted 04.29.2012
The day we moved was warm and sunny. I got to go to school for half the day, mainly to see my friends one last time. Everyone in the class had made me going-away cards out of construction paper, glitter, and noodles.
Terrell Harris Dougan | Posted 04.14.2012
My desk was next to Terry Taylor's, the prettiest girl in our class. On Valentine's Day, I kept comparing my pitiful haul with Terry Taylor's and wondering where I had failed socially.
Lisa Belkin | Posted 03.28.2012
It's the things you do for them that they will never remember, and therefore can not ever thank you for, that are some of the richest moments of parenting. Some of the messiest, too.
Patricia Crisafulli | Posted 02.22.2012
So while you're dazed and confused over where you're going and what you need to do between now and Christmas, try to remember how you felt those many years ago when you were little.
Marlo Thomas | Posted 02.15.2012
Everyone has great Christmas memories. My favorite involves a camel.
Susanne Mentzer | Posted 01.31.2012
When I was little I was petrified of the dentist. I refused to open my mouth. After numerous costly visits and a severe punishment, I started to hum while the dentist probed around my teeth and gums. It calmed me.
Millie Kerr | Posted 12.26.2011
After exorcising my bowl cut demons, I set out to unearth my storytelling roots. One day in the very distant future, having published countless obscure and arguably entertaining stories, people will want to know how it all began.
Peter Birkenhead | Posted 11.23.2011
I miss nostalgia. The old kind, anyway: mostly private, typically accidental, not always rosy. But nostalgia ain't what is used to be. Nowadays we wea...
One For The Table | Posted 09.28.2011
There is an edible experience I had as a child that remains unsurpassed. The year was 1963, I was ten. I still think about it and have tried many time...
Christopher Radko | Posted 08.26.2011
Having now turned 50, I'm reviewing the first half of my life. Friends recall high school and college, but formative years in elementary school are forgotten, or considered insignificant.
April Rudin | Posted 11.17.2011
I will keep my eye on my social experiment called "parenting" and wait to see what things my children take from their growing up experiences, and what they retain or abandon.
Angella Nazarian | Posted 05.25.2011
When she wasn't giggling, she talked in a rapid-fire, sing-song register. And her voice -- her voice carried a slight raspy edge. We constantly whispered in each other's ears and wrote notes to each other in the middle of class.
Laura Munson | Posted 11.17.2011
I have had many homecomings lately. Though none of them involved sports. Instead, they were returns to places where I've lived and loved.
Jeff Klima | Posted 05.25.2011
Back when I was a wee lad, video games were not the all-consuming life force that they are today. Kids went outside, they read, and more importantly, they were rewarded for reading.
Susan Orlins | Posted 11.17.2011
As a kid at the Jersey shore, on days of ocean calm, I would float over the occasional ripple with my dad, his hands folded behind his head and his ta...
Patrizia Chen | Posted 11.17.2011
I always thought it was the summer of 1956, but now I'm not so sure about it... Wikipedia, as a matter of facts, suggests 1958. I only recall that I...
Morty Lefkoe | Posted 11.17.2011
No matter what happened during your childhood interactions with your parents, you can have your life today be whatever you want it to be.
Tom Matlack | Posted 11.17.2011
Dad is perhaps the smartest man I have ever known, having graduated from Princeton, Oxford, and Yale. But he has to arrange the chairs in a certain way at family gatherings.
Lora Somoza | Posted 11.17.2011
I could hear my Grandma, near hysterics in the background, as my Grandpa would plead for help. Alzheimer's had stolen her short-term memory.
One For The Table | Posted 11.17.2011
I grew up in a very faithful household -- my father was an Episcopal priest and I was devoutly devout, an altar boy from age six and happy for it.
Peter Sims | Posted 05.25.2011
Tim will always set a great example for me. Today I feel jolted and numb with grief, already missing him more than I could have imagined. That legacy is the mark of a selfless person and leader.
Robi Ludwig | Posted 05.17.2012