Children are like roses, my mom explained to know-it-all me
The Boston Globe Magazine; online and in-print
There is an old maxim that says, "if you carry your childhood with you, you'll never become old."
But childhood memories have a habit of slipping into one's consciousness like a dentist's drill into a nerve.
Because, with age comes with wisdom.
And it's never too late to say, "I'm sorry."
Cujones and Cannolis
There's no such thing as a perfect mother--just one that's perfect for YOU.
My mom was ahead of her time. Although she grew up on the Lower East Side in the early part of the previous century, her notions of feminism and financial independence were as modern as though she were a young woman of today.
She was a singular woman for the era. She had balls. Nothing stopped her. She persevered and she taught her children to persevere--no matter what.