I'm sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of my mother's closet. She's recovering from cancer surgery and I'm in cleaning mode -- my goal for the afternoon is to organize her shoes. From the very first pair, I become a kind of shoe-ologist, focused on learning as much as I can about who she is and the road she's traveled.
Colorful shoes are the only bright spot in my wardrobe these days. I seem to be drowning in a sea of black pants, grey sweaters and camel coats -- s...
We all have that friend or coworker who has a different pair of shoes for every day of the week. Call it the curse of Carrie Bradshaw, but there a...