“We think your father is dead.” The doctor from the hospital informed me after identifying himself when I picked up the phone. Like a normal person, I gasped after hearing those fateful words no one is ever truly prepared to hear. …

I’ve been a writer since I could write. I wrote memoir essays, short plays, started a novel and wrote erotic fiction until my mother read them. I love all forms of storytelling. My maxim is: “Do it for the story.” …

When I was in elementary school in the seventies, I wished I was a boy while still very much enjoyed being a girl. I played and watched sports, flipped baseball cards, dressed like a boy and had mostly male friends. A favorite fifth grade memory was playing ‘cream the carrier,’…

The first adult softball team I played on was in the Advertising League. I didn’t work in advertising, but my friend worked for an agency that needed more female players. A perk of being a female athlete is that there is always a co-ed team in need of women. I…

The lockdown started last March, and like most New Yorkers, I was scared. Sirens were a constant and people were dying by the minute. We were at the epicenter and had no idea where the virus lurked in our very public urban lives. We sheltered at home. …

I read that the pervasiveness, easy availability and abundance of online porn is ruining sex for men. This upset me. I get the need and value of porn. It turns me on. It is a great substitute for the real thing, and a nice way to stimulate and/or enhance the…

The house arrest ankle bracelet of motherhood started to loosen when my kids were in their early teens, so I gave myself permission to go out once a month — guilt-free — for what I coined a Cinderella Night — an evening of adventure with friends who did not define…