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The Death Of A Child: Every Woman Has a Story To Tell

September 14, 2011 by


everyone has a story…if we just listen Guest Post by Gail Doktor One of my dear friends took me out for a day of pampering just a few weeks after my youngest daughter died. At the time, I was still shell-shocked and trying to cope with loss. The biggest decision of my day was what color […]

I Talked To My Kid About September 11

September 7, 2011 by


(Image: Joe Woolhead) UPDATE: Ian Frazier wrote a column about Sal the bus driver in the New Yorker. Read it here. He describes my exact experience, that Sal flipped the bus around like a Superhero. Were you on my bus Ian Frazier? xoxo to Sal and cha-cha-cha. My bus was waiting to get into the Lincoln […]

The Tree of Life: A Conversation With My Daughter About Loss and Life

July 20, 2011 by


I swear, this was supposed to be a post with levity. After all, last week we tackled PMS, spanking and a photograph of a migrant worker and her hungry children. This week I decided to make things a little lighter. Or attempt to. Levity isn’t always my strong suit. After Gail’s piece ran on Monday, […]

Addio Vs. Ciao: A Daughter’s Italian Journey & A Mother’s Deepest Fear

July 18, 2011 by


Guest Post By Gail Doktor There are two ways to say good-bye: Forever, or see you again soon. In Italian “addio” means “to God” and is a permanent good-bye. You’d say it to someone who won’t be returning. Or someone who is dying. By contrast, “ciao” or “arrivaderci” means something like “until the next time […]

Life Balance: I Had to Choose Between My Dying Mother And My Infant Daughter

July 7, 2011 by


Guest Post by Jessica Sherman When I was pregnant, I imagined my first tough parenting choices would be to boob or not to boob.  I thought I might fret over a nanny or daycare. I never thought I would be choosing between putting my infant daughter to sleep or taking care of my dying mother. […]

This One Goes Out To All Those Relationship Regrets

July 5, 2011 by


There is not one relationship that I’ve had prior to my current marriage where I haven’t wished I could have done something differently. And sometimes that regret even means wishing that I had dumped a crappy boyfriend sooner than I actually had. (I excelled in sticking it out with crappy boyfriends.) I’m not alone, I […]