How Facebook Gave Me a Family this Thanksgiving
“How are you spending Thanksgiving?” my coworker asked yesterday at five as we waited for our elevator.  “Just making dinner for my sister.”  My schizophrenic sister, my two rowdy dogs and me in my house. It’s become my new “family” tradition.  It’s almost 8:30, and I’m surprised she hasn’t called by now. She will call every half hour until I answer and tell her what time I will pick her up. I’m not complaining, just sharing the truth of how it is with her. Actually, the calls about Thanksgiving started two months ago.  “Nancy, are you going to have me over for Thanksgiving?”  “A part of me bristles at being

Cycling into a Whole New Life
When you were a child, what did you enjoy doing? For me, I loved to ride my bike. The summer when I was six, my dad bought me a little pink bike and walked beside me as I pedaled and tried to stay upright. I rode up and down the sidewalk on Washington Avenue in front of my house and then made it around the entire block. Surely, there must have been crashes when I started, but I don’t remember the falls only the thrill of riding. By the time I was eight, I had outgrown the pink bike, and my dad found me a used bike. We spray painted it purple and bought a purple banana seat for it. I loved that bike and would ride far beyond my block. The purple banana seat bike became

The Secret? ACT to ATTRACT!
I’m a writer working on a book. Last night, I was meeting with my writing group, and our conversation digressed from writing to life, as we sipped our second glass of wine. “I’d like to go to India for three weeks,” I said. “I’d like to do some kind of volunteer work and get to know the country and people.” Both of my writer friends agreed; they’d like to visit a developing country as well. Do some volunteer work. “So what’s stopping you?” Martin looked at me from across the table and paused for a minute as my question sank in. “That’s a good question.”