My Grandmother, Dorothy Fey, liked nothing better than gathering her girls, dressing up and heading into downtown Cincinnati for an afternoon of shopping. She'd happily roam McAlpins and Pogue's, celebrating the day's haul by taking her companions to the Ice Cream Bridge, which connected the latter store's fourth and fifth floors. A legendary shopper, Grandma [...]
On a rainy Thursday morning in San Diego, I and a roomful of fellow conference goers tucked in our wicking gear and trudged to a place no recreational athlete wants to go – the hotel gym. I tried not to think about the view I would have enjoyed had the weather been more accommodating – [...]
Dear Metabolism, I'm sorry I blamed you. Turns out it wasn't you after all. It was me. I'm sorry for every time I cursed you in public fitting rooms and in the privacy of my own fickle closet. I apologize for the derision, the snide comments about how you're "slowing down." And that scene in [...]
My grandmother climbed mountains in her bare feet, raised hell and three hearty children on the edge of a small Pennsylvania mining town. Oldest child of the indomitable Baba Melnyk, who hitched a ride to America all by herself when she was just 13-years old, my grandmother earned her matriarch status with a sharp tongue, [...]