For the first 50 years of my life whenever I thought about Florida I pictured a Buick lumbering down Interstate 95 with its left blinker on from Brooklyn to Boca...but now......
When my daughter Carrie was little, I could make her feel better by preparing a tuna fish sandwich just how she liked it…chopped fine with celery on white toast...
I came home more convinced that the romantic in me, the part that believes love heals, love conquers, love survives, love is all you need, is not sappy and sentimental but realistic and true....
It's time to admit I am one of the 80% who needs a hearing aid but because of vanity…or cost …or fear of facing mortality…refuses to address the issue...
Try to refrain from shouting out what you would have done or what I should have done, because honestly, that’s a bit like offering a comb to a bald person…...
Marcia's written three novels, three self-help books and dozens of essays for women’s magazines. She’s taught memoir writing, wrote for the Long Island section of The New York Times, and served as the content editor of beinggirl.com.
