I could tell I liked this new guy by our second dinner out together. After a weekend spent hiking in upstate New York, I was sure: I really liked Jack. He’s intelligent, kind and funny—not to mention those piercing blue eyes. It was easy to imagine a future with Jack....
I have always been close to my son Paul. Our mother–son bond is built on a mutual love of debate, bad puns, and cooking. I don’t know what most adult sons text about with their moms, but we often exchange pictures of what we made for dinner. One evening in the run up...
My son, Paul, and I are so close that I even wrote a book about the mother-son bond. When he told me he was going to marry his long-time sweetheart Afroz, I expressed my worry that our relationship would change in a NextTribe article. To address my concerns, I...
Editor’s Note: After 15 months of the pandemic, when we’ve all needed extra support, we’re republishing this insightful piece about the role book clubs can play in our lives. *** After my brother Billy died a few years ago, my book group threw me a...
In July of 1969, I was at summer camp in Maine. It was an all-girls “sleep-away” camp, and the season was a full eight weeks. I loved camp. It was a world away from my life in the suburbs, and to me it felt like a world unto itself. We lived in wooden...
