What kind of person did this little boy grow up to be? Well, as a toddler, not only did he speak at an astonishingly young age, but what he said made sense. As a youth, he preferred watching “Sixty Minutes” rather than taking walks with his mom and younger brother. His middle school principal and Continue reading

Broken New Year resolutions making you feel despondent? Here are some cool things to do in the New Year that are not guilt-inducing and will leave you more creative, energized, self-aware, and healthier. My hubby and I drove to the Berkshires last summer. One sun-dappled afternoon, we wandered through small gift shops laden with unique Continue reading

So, my son, Harry Cohen, is running for Mayor of Tampa and what have I learned? Well, first thing, I realized I can’t work myself up into a royal tizzy every time I see a yard sign with one of his opponent’s names. I’ve learned I can’t keep asking a few close allies to do Continue reading

Forgiveness is a tough subject. When do you forgive and when do you punish? Of even harder, to what degree do you do both? I grappled with that every day of my child-rearing years while raising five sons – who, at best, were charming, bright and innovative and at worst, challenging, stubborn and relentlessly trying Continue reading

Shortly before the New Year, I left my friend’s house – where we had been preparing a joint presentation on bulimia and anorexia. So the importance of treating oneself with kindness and gentleness was on my mind. I passed the bus pictured below. Obviously, when you don’t listen to your body, be mindful of stressors Continue reading

At age 71, I have become skittish. Plus, an eerie premonition of doom that I’m going to get in a car accident surrounds me each time I back my car out of my driveway. My hunch was a little off kilter, but I was right about the intuitive feeling that an accident would occur. It Continue reading

Okay. Picture this. A vacant house. An oversized foyer. A sweeping, curved staircase to the second floor. “This entrance hall is simply majestic,” I squeal to my husband. My imagination runs wild. I picture a top-to-bottom expanse of contemporary art adorning the staircase walls. Or ceramic sculptures mounted on staggered glass shelves. Or an outrageous riot Continue reading

As usual, I was obsessing over ridiculously mundane things I term “First World Problems.” Lack of response from two companies I had contacted about screening in our back porch How long our unseasonably warm weather would drag on so I could stop the daily watering of my outside plants? (Poor me. Life with sunny bright skies, Continue reading