​I was part of a generation of Free Range Kids. I grew up at a time when children went anywhere and everywhere in the neighborhood by themselves. At first we walked, but then bicycles gave us a wider...

I despised the fake paper cross stitch pictures in my mother’s kitchen. There were three of them that she hung on the kitchen table wall in a triangle pattern – Faith, Hope and Love, with Love on the...

“Well, as my mother said, ‘If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all,’” I announced smugly, looking around the therapy room for approval. “That’s a terrible thing to say to a child!”...

I subscribe to a daily email message from the TUT (The Universe Talks.) It’s an inspirational message from Mike Dooley that in some way teaches if you visualize what you want with positive intention,...

“Mrs. Rosenbrock, you lost your baby. What you’re telling me is impossible.” “But Doctor, it’s true! I still feel life!” The climax of the story of my mother’s birth is imprinted upon my DNA indelibly....

My grandfather taught me to dance by standing on his feet. When I was four or five, small enough that my little feet fit on top of his big ones, we’d dance to songs on the Lawrence Welk show in our TV...

“You’re just a spoiled only child!” Tears sprang to my eyes as yet another classmate on the playground delivered the trump card at the end of a spat. These people had no idea how hard it was to stick...

“My name is Robbin, and I’m a perfectionist.” If there was a support group for recovering perfectionists, I’d be its star member. Heck, I’d be the president. The NATIONAL president! And then I’d start...

Don’t rock the boat. Don’t pay attention to that. Don’t stick out. Don’t cross the tracks. Don’t point out the obvious. Don’t say that out loud. Don’t embarrass me. Don’t talk about sex, drugs or rock...

Once upon a time, I had a beautiful friend named Zot. Zot and I met in college, when Zot’s pronoun was still “he.” Zot was different from anyone I had ever experienced – a deep thinker, an explorer of...