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Your only child is a son, yet you write about the mother/daughter bond. Are you sorry that you never had a daughter? [more]

A cherished poem can bring friends together. For me, the ultimate pass-along poem is Jane Kenyon's wonderfully consoling "Happiness." [more]

My father, Max Maynard, never finished anything. So the the family legend went. When he joined A.A., determined to quit drinking in old age, he never quite pulled it off. But he made an honest effort, and that's what matters now. [more]

New possibilities are everywhere, at every age. It's all a question of seeing them. [more]

Like a fine bottle of wine, young lovers need time to lose their rough edges and reveal their best selves. Sometimes I wonder how we did it. [more]

Back when I was going to bars with fake ID, I'd do anything to look older. I thought I'd always have this problem. Now I'm always on the lookout for ways to look younger. Here's some unconventional wisdom. [more]

Once upon a time, feminists weren't supposed to admit that they actually needed a man. I thought we'd left those days behind. But in a lively new book, feminist heroine Katha Pollitt admits to being a world-class fool for love. And some of her biggest fans are up in arms. [more]

Some women don't aim for leadership until they see that other people are already following. Atlanta mayor Shirley Franklin is a perfect example, and she's honest own enough to talk about her battle with fear of failure. [more]

It's been close to 20 years since my mother was alive to send me letters. Then a friend of hers appeared with the ultimate gift: a lost letter, full of feeling and insight. [more]

I can't demand gratitude of others, but I can cultivate it in myself. Thank goodness! [more]

When kids run wild on safe streets, they stretch their minds and bodies while learning a sense of fair play. Now traditional childhood games are all but forgotten. A Canadian hero aims to turn things around, and she\'s looking for help. [more]

We love to tell other women what's special about themselves. So why do we brush off compliments directed our way? [more]