Twenty six years ago, I was just a baby, like anyone else. But instead of being with my parents, sleeping in a nursery made just for me, I was surrounded by other babies. And German Nuns. No, I wasn’t auditioning to be a baby extra in a revival of “The Sound of Music.” I was being taken care of by the German Nuns who ran St. Elizabeth’s orphanage in South Jersey. I had been put up for adoption, just waiting ...

While I may be nostalgic about childhood, I wouldn't want to relive it. (Being a kid was frustrating.) But I fondly remember when being out of school — snow days, holidays, summer — meant no responsibilities. Now, in the real world, not only are there less days off, but also I feel guilty when I'm off. With today's economy, I feel the need to pull my weight at all times. A person with a job feels the need t ...

When I am an old woman, I will still eat bacon. While perusing the internet this afternoon, I clicked on a piece about a woman that had reached the ripe, old age of 105.  Her best advice?  Eat bacon. I am on board.  It hasn't taken me 105 years to realize bacon is awesome.  Quite the contrary, I am pretty sure I was sold at age 2.  But she made it to 105 eating bacon or bacon grease almost every day.  Forge ...

I had the cards stacked against me with this one from the beginning. We worked together, for one. You know that idiom that says, “never shit where you eat”? Well, he used that on me. And I would have been done in that moment, but he had a way of pulling me back in. Like saying that he had never met anyone like me. I mean I hate to give the cliche reaction to a line like that, but really, what was I supposed ...