This week, I watched my son’s intense college soccer game at SUNY Plattsburgh. The Cardinals were down by a goal — demonstrating one of sports’ great paradoxes: the score doesn’t always reflect the quality of play. The announcer boomed the two-minute warning, inciting chaos. The ...

“If the shoe doesn’t fit, must we change the foot?” — Gloria Steinem Mr. Kilroy was our dedicated high school DJ, and as far as teachers went, Killer was cool. Before my senior year, I knew Killer from afar as our spin doctor. Killer mashed impossible-to-blend ‘80s music: ...

I told my son, “Manifesting is like ordering a sub from a Universal Deli Counter: you don’t say ‘food,’ you say exactly what you want — turkey, lettuce, toasted whole wheat, extra pickles, hold the mayo.” I rambled on through his eye roll, “The Universe doesn’t do nuance; it ...

The other day, fall sent an unrequited love note in a chilly 44-degree envelope. Wrapped in my bathrobe, I zipped out to feed the hens and found this darling bumblebee clinging in sleep under a flower. I turned on my bee GPS, finding them on coneflowers, hastas and daisies awaiting the power ...

My sister Lori guards her personal space like the last piece of blueberry pie. Lori hugged me five times in as many decades: my wedding, her wedding, the birth of my children and our grandmother’s funeral — when a large cup of chai sparked a spontaneous, caffeine-fueled show of affection. ...

My husband picked me up from my new patient visit at Mountain Dental in Lake Placid. “How was the hygienist shame game?” “Nonexistent!” I said. “They were nice! First time ever I didn’t get a lecture about flossing. Which reminds me — we need some of that.” I paused in ...