In a darkened sweatbox of a room, 25 men and women sit in a circle, each on a stationery bike. Perched on seats roughly the size of a slice of pie, they pedal as if pursued by the 2,400 calories of a celebratory dinner....
What the heck happened in my life for the entire 12 months of 2011.
Without checking my calendar, I can’t remember a thing that happened in March… or May. It’s like reviewing the ‘80s where whole years happened, hundreds of days.........
Today finds me a super-stretched, trapped-in-the-middle, poster child for the Sandwich Generation. For this Thanksgiving, I want just one thing: To feel neither worried nor guilty for one whole day....
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.
