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Old School

Thomas Wolfe said, "You can't go home again," but that doesn't apply to people from Rhode Island. Tom and I went back to Providence this weekend for his 30th reunion from Brown. Tom was not only a student at Brown, but he was a townie too, having grown up in Providence, which added another dimension ...

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Just When You’re Comfortable In Your Own Skin, It Starts to Sag

  Great title, right? I agree, but it's not mine. It's the title of a new book, just out from the dynamic duo Amy Nobile and Trisha Ashworth. If you haven't read one of their previous books (also with amazing titles) I Was A Really Great Mom Until I Had Kids, and I'd Trade My Husband ...

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Mother Emeritus

  Being an empty nester brings both endings and beginnings, and for me, this was especially true yesterday. I remember many past Mother’s Days spent at Yankee Stadium, Playland Amusement Park, and other assorted kid-friendly locales, where I would spend most of the day chasing, wiping, feeding, blowing noses and often yelling. The peace only ...

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I’m Not Feeling It

I've been looking for my next big thing since January, and it's been quite the learning experience. First was the resume creation, which in and of itself was humbling; you have to come face to face with what you've actually been doing (and sometimes not doing) over the course of your so-called life. Next up ...

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Expat Eyes

When you live in a foreign country, you see it through expat eyes. It's a special lens which allows you to see things that natives don't see. When I lived in Tokyo, I was fascinated with all sorts of things that the Japanese people took for granted, and didn't find particularly interesting, like vending machines, ...

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Chomping At The Bit

My love of crusty french baguettes (like this ham and fromage with salty butter from Arcade Bakery that will instantly transport you to a bench in the Tuileries Gardens) is in direct correlation to the state of my constant TMJ.  But, after years of suffering, I've found the solution, and I want to share it with you.  Dr. Elizabeth ...

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48 Hour Spring in NYC

The 48-hour spring weather this weekend had New Yorkers sprinting out of their apartments like cockroaches and making a hasty beeline for Central Park, myself included. Saturday was a gift for the winter we endured, and it was a well-deserved one. I especially loved the multi-tasking of the guy on the hoverboard, talking on his ...

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