The childhood game of telephone was guaranteed to bring peals of laughter.  By the time the whispered message made its way down the line of those passing on the message, it was sure to be a hilarious ending. We played the game because it was fun. But during divorce, a message misinterpreted can cause needless…

It’s complicated.  That should have been my permanent Facebook status in 2011.  I initially joined Facebook for the ability to easily share pictures of my children with my family and friends who lived in states from Florida to Oregon.  So my obvious network included my family – who at that time included my in-laws.  You…

Melodee and I became friends in an era when BFF was not a part of the lexicon of friendship. 33 years after first meeting in her Boston apartment, we have earned the respective titles. We both married lawyer husbands, had two children, celebrated great career achievements and dismal failures. We saw one another through illness,…

I blame Nancy Drew.  And my Mom.  When I was a little girl, each week my mom would take me to the library where I would check out the next Nancy Drew book in that delightful series to devour, usually within hours.  I love mysteries.  I love questions. I am by definition a curiosity queen….

Our beliefs about marriage are influenced from our earliest days. Growing up in the 1950s, my bride doll was a treasured symbol of the expected aspiration that I get married. I was barely 6 years old when I watched my big sister walk down the aisle of St. Francis Cabrini Church wearing a white dress,…