Today is my dad’s 85th birthday, and I am so lucky to be able to celebrate with him. We’ll do what we both like to do most – go out to lunch together (with my mom, too, of course!) and spend a couple of hours talking about my kids, politics, movies, work, the Yankees, whatever’s happening…
The other night, as we were getting ready to go out, my husband asked me once again if I really needed everything in my purse – a word I use loosely since the bag I carry is closer in size to a small suitcase than to a dainty little handbag. Because my 50-year-old hormones were…
Lois says: When Sara was two years old, she would leave her shoes by the front door before she went to bed and, in the morning, she’d point to them and say, “Go.” Whether we were going to the park, to the grocery store or just to walk the dog, Sara was ready. There was…
