Greatest Mothers Day Gift?

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The first Mothers Day Gift I can remember giving my Mom was a narrow navy blue belt with a long narrow gold buckle. I was a seven-year-old Bronx kid, and such as times were, I was allowed to walk down to the end of the block past the four buildings (955, 923, 911 and 901 Walton Avenue) that sprawled between my building and Murray and Murray’s candy store. Next to it was a drug store owned by a man named Bernie, where I thought eating a cream cheese and lettuce sandwich along with an egg cream at the counter made me as close to a grown-up as a kid could get.

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Bully For You

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Mean girls. Bully boys. There’s so much in the news about bullying these days. Used to be, we more readily accepted playground transgressions and lunchroom nastiness. “Kids will be kids,” we said. “Children need to learn how to take care of themselves,” we thought. And the teachers too often affirmed: no one likes a tattle-tale.

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The Happy Enough Stepmother

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I was on National Public Radio the other day to talk about being a stepmother and paired with an “expert,” a woman named Rachelle Katz, who had written a book, The Happy Stepmother: Stay Sane, Empower Yourself, Thrive in Your New Family (Harlequin).

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How Not to Buy or Lease a Car

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I leased a new car today, and while I am not suffering buyer’s (well, lessee’s) remorse, I am not exactly experiencing new car joy - yet. Quite the opposite, I have that “caving-in stomach” feeling, the kind people get before speaking in public or going for a critical job interview.

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