My Cousins Are the Sisters I Never Had

Among this gaggle of cousins were five girls who lived in Detroit, 90 miles away. A few times a year, they'd descend on my grandmother's house with my aunt and uncle in one fell (and loud) swoop. They'd fill it up with jokes and big-city coolness, and I was consumed with delight every second they were there. ...more

A Letter To the Man Who Molested Me

Maybe I made this whole thing up? Maybe this never really happened? We've seen each other socially for years and years. I've hosted bridal and baby showers for both your daughter and daughter-in-law. We spend most holidays together, your family and mine. How could I be so seemingly calm if something really happened? ...more
Wow, that is all I can really say! I don't know what to say honestly, but I know you are brave ...more

I Believed the Myth of the Perfect Body

For small moments, I forget about my children who smile and skip, enjoying the warmth after a long winter. Instead, I notice how my shorts feel too snug, how the back of my tank is riding up, exposing the soft pockets of flesh around my hips. ...more

The Five Best TV Shows of All Time

Like any American kid raised in the middle of last century, I spent a great many hours in front of the TV. I don't know how people such as Benjamin Franklin or Dolley Madison had any fun at all in their childhoods. What was better than ignoring a beautiful day to hunker in a dark TV room with old Bugs Bunny cartoons? Nothing, that's what....more
omg yes! I so wanted her life.more

My Life Needed A Shake Up So I Hopped On a Harley with a Stranger

Ever since I watched "The Lizzie Maguire Movie" with my daughters more than a decade ago, I dreamed of riding a Vespa. Like Lizzie, I longed to zoom on the back of a fast bike, long hair flowing, with my very own Paolo. A few years ago, I got something even better—a whirlwind spin on the king of bikes, a shiny black Harley, with a strapping middle-aged man from Alabama at the helm. ...more
This was lovely. What a nice interaction.more

Me, My Mom and Breast Cancer

No matter how many mother/daughter corduroy jumpers my mother makes for herself and me, or how many times we bake Christmas cookies, or fry homemade doughnuts together, we are never destined to have the same body type or body image. ...more

I Can't Help It, I'm Jealous of My Daughter's Host Mother

Inching up the Air France security line, my daughter Amy blew me a kiss. A junior in college, boarding her first transatlantic flight alone, she was off to study at the Sorbonne. We both held back tears. She was apprehensive that the homesickness she'd previously struggled with in sleepaway camp and those first few weeks of college would return, while I was left behind to worry about her safety on the Métro at night and fret over possible terrorist attacks. The Atlantic was an endless ocean separating my only child in the event of an emergency. ...more
Well written and beautifully honest - sounds like you have raised a lovely, confident daughter. ...more

Why Is the Grass Always Greener Somewhere Else?

My point is, why can't we ever be happy with what we've got? I've done it to myself a million times. I was dying to get married, and then when I finally did, I wondered what all the single people were up to. I paid $300 to have my hair chemically straightened, because these curls, man. General Custer hair isn't anyone's goal. But then once I had stick-straight locks, I hated it. I looked like Janis from the Muppets....more
I love this article so much I'm reading it 345 x and no mean comments.  I struggle with this ...more

Stop Texting While Walking!!

I see you coming. You are coming right at me. And yet, you do not see me, even though you are coming right at me. Why is that? It is because you are texting while walking along a crowded New York City sidewalk. You are on Madison Avenue, for God's sake! You are not traipsing alone in some bucolic field in which no people — not even cows — roam. You are surrounded by people walking towards you, behind you and all around you. ...more
I completely agree and love your last paragraph about getting all up in front of these types of ...more

Feminist Confessions: I Might Be a Little Flattered By Catcalls

I'm stopped in typical L.A. traffic on my way to meet my husband at IHOP (nothing beats breakfast for dinner), when a guy coming toward me in a pickup truck (I kid you not) slows down and yells, "Hey chick!" I whip my head around and look in his direction. ...more
So funny but OH LOVE IT! I've learned that men are way more shy than we imagine and I bet if you ...more