I had just settled in last Sunday for the evening when I heard the distinct ding of a text message. It was from my daughter, Alex, who...

Tis the season for thinking of what’s in the box. I attended a fundraiser at Tiffany’s over the weekend, admiring the robin’s egg blue...

I’ll give it six months. That was the comment made to my husband when I opened my own practice. It was a verbal defense mechanism uttered...