Inspired by Searching for our Silver Lining's post about putting her home on the market. ~~~~ Caveat emptor: You will need to ch...

My father played Powerball.  But not until the jackpot was, in his estimation, worth the drive over the border to New York State (because Je...

A few weeks ago, I wrote a post about what we do with the remnants of our past lives , and about some things my mother had saved from my ch...

When I went to BlogHer'12, the thing that most moved me was meeting the women that I'd gotten to know online over the past two and a...

I lace up my sneakers, open the door, and step out.  It's only been three days since I've gone running, but it feels like an eternit...

It's been a while since I got my act together and put myself on the ICLW list.  But I'm glad to be back! Thanks for visiting here.  ...

For about ten years while I was employed at my last job, I spent Mother's Day poring over the transcripts of about 2,000 seniors with ei...

a post in honor of National Infertility Week I don't write a lot specifically about infertility here any more.  Part of me feels like ...

"I came to explore the wreck. The words are purposes. The words are maps. I came to see the damage that was done and the treasures ...

(First: Thanks, all, for your recent comments on my little mini-series.   I try to leave replies for every comment, so please don't forg...

Warning: graphic post about infertility and loss.  No food this time.  Read at the risk of being a little shocked; this is not for the fai...

The other day, I was whining about never being thrown a shower by friends, about feeling less than enthusiastic about a well-intentioned wor...

 (Welcome ICLW visitors!  If you want a brief back story, click here : the short version is that I am chronicling a journey through life an...

Well, it's flurrying here again ... as it did yesterday, and on Saturday.  Those of you who were patiently waiting for an update on snow...