It’s like a second skin that you slip back into after many moons have passed.

My father’s tie hangs in the “His” closet of my His & Hers set. The “His” to my “Hers” moved out, pre-divorce, five years ago. So, while the tie looks a bit lonely amidst the formal dresses and snappy stilettos, there it sits.

Before I was truly awake and functioning this morning, I found myself stepping from a boat into the ocean off the coast of Maui. Relatively…

I wrote this piece a couple of years ago to be included in an anthology but instead, offer it here to you. It needed to sit for a…

When all else fails, I make my mother’s spaghetti.