Letters from Rona / Sort by date

The secret of a lasting marriage has more than a little to do with exploring your spouse's burning interests. I never managed to develop a passion for baseball. Still, I'm glad I made the effort. [more]

Real or artificial? Who cares? Anyone can buy the Christmas tree. Only I can decorate it with the lovingly collected ornaments that make it mine. [more]

Good readers are a lot like good life partners. They don't expect to love the whole package; they just want a rich experience that rewards the gift of their attention. [more]

When I wrote My Mother's Daughter, I learned to forget about tangible results and let the work become its own reward. After years of corporate life, this felt a little strange. But it wasn't really. I have raised a son, and for parents there are no benchmarks except your own love and commitment. [more]

The latest insights I've cribbed from people who know something I don't. [more]

Just because I no longer listen for the click of my son's key in the front door doesn't mean I've outgrown the habit of maternal worry. [more]

Why every woman should see Judy Chicago's stunning work "The Dinner Party," which is 28 years old and still charged with excitement [more]

It wasn't easy to be friends with Margaret Gibson, a ferociously original writer who struggled with severe mental illness. But by reading her a poem I knew she'd love, I found a moment of grace. [more]

Instead of homemade fettucine and other grand culinary productions, I stick to simple pleasures like this mustard-grilled flank steak. [more]

I can count on The Onion's bang-on satire to light up the most ho-hum day. [more]

You never know how an online encounter with a stranger is going to enlarge your life. This morning, an e-mail from a stranger did precisely that. [more]

A poem is the perfect busy woman's read. It slips into the day's unexpected quiet places like a cat into a lap. [more]