As I walked by my bedroom, I noticed my mother doing something that made me stop and stare. With fingers strategically place on her forehead and cheeks, she tugged at the sagging skin as she examined her reflection in the mirror. In my sixteen-year-old mind, I thought, How strange. …

“Now I lay me down to sleep. Bless Mommy and Daddy, make my brothers stop bugging me, and God, please, please, don’t let Elvis Presley marry anyone until I grow up! I promise to be a good girl forever.” In 1960, my first true love was the “King” himself, and…

Waving goodbye to my daughters as they boarded a plane for three weeks on an all expenses paid trip to visit their brother in Barcelona, I couldn’t help but think, “I want to die and come back as my kids.” …

“Crap, how do I pay all these bills this month,” I cried out loud, looking at my dwindling checkbook. A recent real estate deal I was working on wouldn’t close for another month, and my stocks had taken a horrific hit because of the mess our country, our world, was…

With the dramatic flair of a matador preparing to tease a raging bull, my twenty-year-old eyes gave a come-hither look as I waved my pink poodle skirt wildly. It was an evening I’d never forget. In 1972, I spread my theatrical wings in the musical Mame at the University of…

This is a shoutout to all those who helped raise me In the early 1980s, my pediatrician urged my then-husband and me to never allow our children into our bed at night. It was deemed physically and emotionally unhealthy for all parties concerned. But as a woman who rarely did…