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It’s not like I didn’t know who he was when we met.   He had on the cape, the tights, the giant letter “S” across his chest.   He looke...

“Mommy, will you always remember me?” “Of course!” “Tomorrow?”   “Yes!” I enthuse. “Next week?” he persists. I nod.   ...

We live in a part of the country that gets hit by big storms this time of year.   I expect that.   Not embrace , so much, just expect and ...

I have written three books.   Really, they have written themselves, I just sort of vomited up all the words.   I take the books off the...

I’m not dead.   I am, however, buried alive in boxes.   Packing is a mindless task—a robot could do it.   Put stuff in, pad well, tape c...

I hired a personal trainer.   Before you think I’m some wealthy heiress, know this:   I suffered from a debilitating back injury over the su...

It feels great.   I’ll be honest:   if feels really great.   Especially when that particular 9-year-old happens to be my junior Einstein ...