Redefining 40

A friend’s Facebook status recently complained about the unflattering lighting in a department store making the experience of bathing suit shopping even worse than normal. I agreed wholeheartedly with this status. However, the status also included the statement that “women over 40 have enough problems.” This touched a nerve for me as a woman over 40. I am not defined by my age and feel just as attractive now as I did in my twenties and have been told I am actually prettier now. I also work hard to stay in shape and not  let gravity take over.

Most women’s bodies are flawed whether or not they have reached 40 years old, and bathing suits accentuate all flaws: cellulite, varicose veins, extra flab, lack of curves, flat chest etc. it’s not mutually exclusive to the over 40 set. I feel like the addition of this statement by my friend helps perpetuate the belief that turning 40 is something to dread. Like a woman loses her appeal once she hits that age. If we are lucky, we are all going to age. But letting ourselves be defined by our age and how society expects us to look, using the excuse, “I’m over 40. Of course I’m out of shape”; “I can’t be sexy, I’m a mom over 40!”, can lead to a self-fulfilling prophesy where we become “old” when we say goodbye to our 30s. Instead, I propose we focus on some positives:

So our faces don’t have a youthful innocence, instead they have the sophistication and sexiness of a woman who knows where she’s been, who she is and where she’s going. And seriously, moisturizer, sun block and sometimes plain old good genes go a long way to keeping ones face from aging before its time. So does a youthful spirit and a great sense of humor!

So we don’t have the metabolism of a girl under 30 who might be able to eat anything she wants, not exercise, and not gain weight. We know the importance of eating healthy and exercising for health and maintaining our shape into our 50s and beyond. We know the importance of moisturizing our skin and limiting exposure to the sun to keep our skin as wrinkle free as possible.

We don’t get old as soon as we hit 40 nor must we look it. Yes, we might start to experience changes in our bodies but not necessarily at that age. Regardless, if we complain about being a certain age, we are inviting others to feel like we are somehow less than someone younger. If we embrace getting older without giving in to stereotypes associated with it, we will give our younger sisters something to look forward to. Perhaps “looking forward” is too optimistic, but at least we can give them less to fear/dread.

I choose to be a positive example of how 40 can look!

My 4th novel focuses on a single woman as she lives through the last year in her 30s. She’s concerned with the stigma associated with turning 40 and fearful that she will be seen differently at that age and that she will wake up matronly and dried up on her 40th birthday.  I’m excited to publish this novel because it portrays women of this age in a more positive, and in my experience, realistic light than many books out there. My character is youthful, attractive and fun loving, she hasn’t been married yet,  and she is inspired by me and my friends and every bit “real.” Although the book is about a 39 year old woman, the story is relatable to women of all ages – anyone who has wondered if she’s wasted time, if she’s where she hoped she’d be in life by a certain age, if her life is moving in the desired direction. The book won’t be published until late 2014 or early 2015 but if you are looking for a novel featuring a “young” 40 year old in the meantime, I recommend the following:

Thank You for Flying Air Zoe by Erik Atwell

What Nora Knew by Linda Yellin

What the Dog Ate by Jackie Bouchard

Life’s a Beach by Claire Cook

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Throwback Thursday Blog – Costa Rica – Pura Vida!

I am off to Barbados next week on my first “beach” vacation since 2011 and I cannot wait. I don’t want thinking about the edits of my novel to get in the way of my time in the sun, cocktails on the beach, feasting on fresh fish, and frolicking with friends and so I’ve been extremely regimented this past week about working on edits during lunch and after work. Unfortunately, that left no time to write an original post for my blog this week. Since I have vacation on the brain, I thought it would fun to share a “Throwback” post I wrote years ago about my trip to Costa Rica. My trip to Barbados promises more relaxation and less adventure but I’m certain it will be equally enjoyable 🙂

Without further ado:

I wasn’t sure in what format I wanted to post about Costa Rica so I am winging it. I consistently took notes and thought I might post in a diary format. In reading my notes back, however, I think the diary format might make for a boring blog. Instead, let me begin by listing the best/worst things about my trip and Costa Rica in general:


1) Costa Rica is breathtakingly beautiful! The grass is greener; the sky is bluer; the flowers are prettier.
2) The coffee in San Jose is AWESOME. I typically order my coffee extra light with half and half and 2 Equals. (“Would you like some coffee with your cream?”) In San Jose, the coffee itself was so good that I did not need to disguise it with cream and sugar. Unfortunately, the coffee in the more touristy areas tasted like Maxwell House – nothing special.
3) Plantains – no further explanation required.
4) I was double proofed at Customs. Normally not a good thing but the agent didn’t believe I was in my mid-30s and made me show her my driver’s license on top of my passport to verify my age.
5) Imperial beer – nothing like a refreshing cold beer after risking my life and living to write about it (more information to follow).
6) First dinner in San Jose – hearts of palm salad followed by perfectly prepared Argentine skirt steak (entrana) followed by even more perfectly prepared dulce de leche crepes.
7) Every meal came with avocado – my favorite food on the planet.
8) The waterfall in Arenal. The beauty of the waterfall was well worth the strenuous hike to get there. (I also go through withdrawal after not working out for more than two days and it felt good to get my heart rate going.)
9) The “canopy” tour through the Monte Verde cloud forest. (Keep reading for more details).
10) White water rafting. (Keep reading for more details.)
11) The beach – The water was warm; the waves were calm; there were mountains in the background – it was an ideal way to end the trip. I especially enjoyed sitting at the hotel bar getting buzzed (ok, hammered) on beers. (I didn’t, however, enjoy the hangover that ensued from drinking too many beers in the sun on an empty stomach.)
12) Flirting with the Costa Rican guys who lead the canopy tour. I could barely understand a word they said but flirting is a universal language I speak fluently.
13) Falling asleep so easily after long days of heightened activity.
14) The Tabacon Hot Springs. For anyone who has never experienced hot springs, I highly recommend it, especially to those of you who like to pamper yourself.


1. My hair – Next time I travel to Costa Rica, I am leaving my blow dryer at home. At first, I made the effort of straightening my hair until it became painfully obvious that the effort was wasted. The minute I left the hotel, the humidity turned my hair into a frizzy mess. Eventually, I gave up and caved to the wave. I avoided all mirrors after that, but the evidence is in the pictures.
2. San Jose – I just didn’t like it (aside from the coffee and my first meal). It was like walking through Time Square (crowded and annoying) only worse because I could not understand a word anyone was saying. Very few people spoke English.
3. Gravel roads. San Jose is chock full of rocky, unpaved roads. Very uncomfortable, especially when one’s stomach is already out of whack due to fears of ensuing death in the form of plummeting to the earth from faulty equipment during a canopy tour. (Obviously, death did not ensue as I am here to write this blog but I feared my life in a big way!)
4. Tripping on said gravel roads during simple walk to cafe for a pastry and coffee. I have the scabs to prove it, but then again, it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t fall at least once during the trip (no pun intended)
5. Insects. My friend and I did a night hike through the cloud forest. My mother did not raise a nature girl so while everyone else was ooh and aahing the various spiders (including a tarantella), rodents and a community of ants, I was looking away, trying not to vomit and praying that none of aforementioned creatures were crawling up my legs.
6. Gigantic water bug in bathroom of hotel in Tamarindo Beach. I thought I left the water bugs back home in NYC, but apparently one slipped inside my suitcase. First I drowned it with water and then I smothered it with a giant telephone book. My friend then picked it up with an entire roll of toilet paper and flushed it down the toilet. Team work!
6. Very little eye candy. Aside from the guys who ran the Canopy tour and a bartender who asked me to meet him after his shift (at least I think that’s what he said. As I mentioned, my Spanish is rocky), there was very little interaction with the opposite sex. (By the way, I did not accept the bartender’s invitation. Sorry to disappoint – He was probably 20 years old and just not my type. I was, however, flattered that he found me attractive in spite of my frizzy hair!
7. Night life – Our activities revolved around day activities and, by night fall, we had very little energy left for partying. Aside from the beach town, I don’t think we were missing anything because there was very little in the way of bars. Although we attempted to live it up in Tamarindo (beach town), I found the bars to be much like those in NYC, basically full of couples, teeny boppers or groups of people not interested in co-mingling. I found myself longing for my younger days when I would get drunk, kiss strange men and have a great time every time I went out. I also found myself wishing I was there with CG or any guy with whom I was involved romantically. Finally, I just don’t like Spanish music. I don’t know why, but it just doesn’t move me (or entice me to move) and I wished the live band would take a break and prayed that no one would ask me to dance – I can’t salsa for shit and wasn’t drunk enough to try.
8. The food – perhaps it is because I live in New York where amazing restaurants are on every corner, but I was not impressed with the food in Costa Rica (aside from the first night in San Jose). Even the restaurants touted as being the “best in town” were, in my opinion, mediocre.

In general, I was impressed with Costa Rica and would love to go back someday. There is so much more to see and do than I ever imagined and I sincerely wish I had more time. In the week we were there, we packed in a lot of activity and traveled through much of the country. There is little, if anything, I would have planned differently in hindsight.

As much as I was impressed with Costa Rica, I was more impressed with myself. Yes, me! I am inherently chicken shit and yet I did not let fear prevent me from doing some amazing things this past week. I went white water rafting despite my fear of falling into the water and riding the rapids on my bum. And, for the record, I did not fall off of the raft. I did, however, tense my leg muscles in an effort to maintain my balance to such an extent that my legs were sore for the next two days. Additionally, all of the people with whom we shared the raft were over the age of 65 and way braver (and more coordinated) than I. The host actually had to remove me from my spot on the raft temporarily to show me how to row properly. ( “Use your entire upper body!!!”) To my defense, I was merely trying to row in sync with the old lady in front of me who was very slow. Apparently, our group was not as skilled as the individuals on the other rafts (with the exception of our tour guide and perhaps my friend) because every time we came across a Degree 4 rapid, the tour guide yelled “GET DOWN”. This did not mean that we were expected to boogie in the boat; it meant we were to literally “get down” and sit inside the boat to avoid falling in the water. The other two rafts in our tour were allowed to ride the more difficult rapids. (I publicly “blamed” the senior citizens but knew that the tour guide likely had me in mind when he made that call!) My fear of white water rafting cannot even compare to the nausea I felt when I woke up the morning of the canopy tour. In a canopy tour, one is attached to a zip line with a safety harness and “flies” from one tree platform to the next. The night before, I had the misfortune of reading about two women who had died from faulty equipment in the past ten years and I pictured the attendees at my funeral if I joined them in that fate.  There was no way that I was going to wimp out though. I would never forgive myself nor was I willing to admit such a cop out to my friends at home. Initially, I did take the wimpy route – I was accompanied by one of the tour guides who did all of the work (breaking at the end of the platform to avoid crashing into the tree) while I got to appreciate the view from the top of the trees confident that we would make it to the end of the platform safely. My friend did that as well. We did this a few times until we simultaneously came to the conclusion that we wanted to try it solo. Personally, I felt a bit stupid since we were the only adults accompanied by the guides. I am SO glad I did it myself because it was such a rush and not all that scary. From high up, the forest looked even more beautiful than from the ground and without the distraction of holding onto the guide, I was better able to appreciate the view. Mostly, I was just so proud of myself. In the past year, I have been making a conscious effort to do things that are outside of my comfort zone and this was definitely one of them.

Half way through the zipline, the tour guides “surprised” us with a Tarzan rope. At first, I did not even consider participating. Doing the zip line was one thing, but jumping off of a platform, free falling and then swinging back and forth on rope? Not for me! Then I remembered that one of my goals (things to do before I die) is to bungee jump and this struck me as similar. I just knew how wonderful I would feel if I did it despite my rampant fear. So, I did it! I hated every minute of it, but I did it. I did not like climbing the platform; I did not like watching the tour guides position the ropes; I did not like the sounds that came from my body when I was pushed off of the ledge, eyes tightly shut; I did not like the wave of nausea in my stomach as I dropped from what felt like the top of the Empire State Building to the bottom of a deep well; and I did not like swinging back and forth over and over again until the tour guides eventually grabbed my legs and helped me to the ground. I did, however, immensely enjoy the pride I had in myself for pushing my fears aside and just doing it! GO ME!

And those are my thoughts on Costa Rica. Anyone else been there? Care to share your favorite and least favorite things?


Author Eleanor Parker interviews me on her blog.

The Writing Life Blog

I am pleased to welcome my good friend, fellow blogger and writer, Meredith Schorr, the author of the chick lit novels, Just Friends With Benefits, State of Jane and Blogger Girl.

We met as bloggers in 2008 and instantly clicked because at that time we primarily blogged about our dating lives. Through sharing and commiserating with each other about our nutty, funny dating experiences, and some heartbreaks, we realized how much we had in common. When we left the site in 2010, Meredith went on to write her fantastic debut novel, Just Friends With Benefits. She continues to entertain readers and her many fans with her quick wit, wonderful and vulnerable characters, and stories that all women can relate to. I am a fan 🙂

Welcome, Meri!

What is your book’s genre/category? – 

Blogger Girl is a chick lit/romantic comedy novel.

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A Kind of Mad Courage

I have a very special relationship with my mother – anyone who has followed my blog knows this, as not only have I dedicated a post to her recently, she was once a guest blogger. The mother/child relationship is such a special one, which is why I am so pleased to share this special anthology written by so many wonderful authors, including some great friends of mine. Even more wonderful is that all of the proceeds from sales of this anthology go to Guthy-Jackson Charitable Foundation:

Nineteen authors from around the world were given six weeks or less to produce “a story involving a mother somehow.” The result is a gorgeously eclectic collection of tales that will make you laugh, cry, and truly appreciate the “mad courage” of motherhood. Laura Chapman, Francine LaSala, Nikki Mahood, Heather McCoubrey, and Karen E. Martin each present unique takes on impending motherhood, while Sheryn MacMunn, kc wilder, and Julie Valerie portray the end of the journey. Samantha Stroh Bailey, Louise Wise, and Maria Schulz show the pride and peril of dealing with teenage daughters, while Elke Feuer, Diana Shafter Gliedman, and Donna Valenti demonstrate that a mother’s work is never done, even under the craziest of circumstances. Regina-Cash Clark, Wendy Janes, and Monique McDonell explore the impact on lives in which mothers go “missing,” while Carey Heywood and Jen Tucker warm your heart and tear it out, respectively.

Samantha Stroh Bailey – “Hide and Seek” * Regina Cash-Clark – “Autumn’s Eyes” * Laura Chapman – “Oh Baby” * Elke Feuer – “The Sacrifice” * Diana Gliedman – “Love in the Time of Cannibals” * Carey Heywood – “A Poem for Mommy” * Wendy Janes – “Verity” * Francine LaSala – “Monkey Bread” * Sheryn MacMunn – “Last Words” * Nikki Mahood – “This Year’s Love” * Karen E. Martin – “Two Thousand Steps” * Heather McCoubrey – “Emily’s Promise” * Monique McDonell – “A Tale of Two Mothers” * Maria Schulz – “Like a Boomerang” * Jen Tucker – “Heartstrings” * Donna Valenti – “In the Nick of Time” * Julie Valerie – “LLL” * k.c. wilder – “Lady in Red” * Louise Wise – “Becky’s Mum”


Francine LaSala and Samantha Stroh Bailey have more than 40 years of editorial experience between them. Francine is a novelist, ghostwriter, and book publishing veteran who’s edited New York Times bestselling fiction and nonfiction. Samantha is a former grammar and writing instructor, including at the University of Toronto, and a prolific journalist. She has a Master of Education and has edited countless manuscripts for clients all over the world. They have also “team-edited” numerous works of fiction, each lending their singular editorial strengths to create perfect and polished prose for their clients. The author of Finding Lucas, Samantha ( is based in Toronto, while Francine (, author of Rita Hayworth’s Shoes and The Girl, the Gold Tooth and Everything, is based in New York.


Hide and Seek – Samantha Stroh Bailey
Claire’s teenage daughter, Emily, goes missing on a birthday cruise, and Claire can only fear the worst from the lately rebellious teen…

Autumn’s Eyes – Regina Cash-Clark
June’s abandonment of three of four of her children, told in alternating points of view between June, and her oldest daughter, Edwina.

Oh Baby – Laura Chapman
Rocker Tuck and new wife Autumn return from Chapman’s “Ten Drummers Drumming” (Merry & Bright), now with a baby on the way.

The Sacrifice – Elke Feuer
Melissa learns there isn’t anything she won’t do to protect her children from the abuse and neglect of her alcoholic husband Roger…

Love in the Time of Cannibals – Diana Shafter Gliedman
Could a zombie apocalypse finally give rudderless Jessica the direction she needs–and the connection she craves? It will if her mother has anything to say about it.

A Poem for Mommy – Carey Heywood
In helping his young daughter craft a poem for Mother’s Day, a father beautifully recounts the story of the romance with her mother that led to them becoming a family.

Verity – Wendy Janes
After an accident means she’ll no longer be able to live on her own, septuagenarian Susan may need to divulge a secret she’s been keeping from Verity all her life.

Monkey Bread – Francine LaSala
Amy and Deck (Rita Hayworth’s Shoes) learn more about having babies than they ever wanted to know at a madcap family dinner celebrating President’s Day.

Last Words – Sheryn MacMunn
The bond shared between Ruth (Finding Out) and her mother, Eliza, is revealed, from the time of Ruth’s childhood before the War to the death of Eliza.

This Year’s Love – Nikki Mahood
Fallon and Abner are married, mortgaged, and expecting a baby any minute in this fun, heartfelt mini-sequel to Fallen.

Two Thousand Steps – Karen E. Martin
With the unsolicited help of a fairy friend from their childhood, two grown sisters – one with kids, one without – each get to walk a mile in the other’s shoes…

Emily’s Promise – Heather McCoubrey
Even though pregnant Emily’s life is shattered by Jason’s infidelity the night before her wedding, she’s determined to give her baby the best life possible.

A Tale of Two Mothers – Monique McDonell
How do you deal with the mother who abandoned you when she shows up out of the blue – and what does it mean for the woman who raised you? Chloe’s about to find out.

Like a Boomerang – Maria Schulz
Tess has been stressing out her mother, Charlotte, since the day she was born. But when disaster strikes during a campus Halloween party, it could prove the worst stress yet…

Heartstrings – Jen Tucker
Young widow Vicki’s no stranger to loss–and guilt, as another mother’s loss helped her daughter live. Will meeting up help them the two mothers heal? Or make matters worse?

In the Nick of Time – Donna Valenti
Iris may be dead but her insistence on looking after her children is far from buried. Will her husband Nick get it together? Or will Iris have to move Heaven and Earth to make him?

LLL – Julie Valerie
In this hilarious yet heartwarming story, words of wisdom from the game of Scrabble unite a daughter with her aging mother, a former Scrabble champion whose mental faculties are quickly fading.

Lady in Red – k.c. wilder
Her dying “Gran” is the only mother she’s ever known. But only when Gran is gone does a woman discover the woman her grandmother really was, and the secrets she hid.

Becky’s Mum – Louise Wise
Straight-A student Becky’s being pulled off the straight-and-narrow by her derelict boyfriend Darren. Will her mother’s wisdom sink in before it’s too late?

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The International Chick Lit Month 99 Cent Sale is here!

May is finally here! The weather’s warming up, your cute new bathing suit’s all ready to go, and you’ve got the kitchen stocked with fixins for your favorite fruity cocktails. The only thing missing is the perfect book to read while you’re soaking up some Vitamin D at the beach or pool. Good thing May is also International Chick Lit Month! To celebrate, some of the genre’s funniest and most talented authors are offering their lighthearted, romantic reads for $0.99 each! So, load up your eReader and slather on the sunscreen, because your new book boyfriends are waiting for you under the umbrella . . .
3) A link to the Pinterest board where all of the books are featured:
4) The full list of books on sale, including titles, authors, and Amazon links:
A Heat of the Moment Thing by Maggie Le Page
A Questionable Friendship by Samantha March
Another Saturday Night and I Ain’t Got No Body by Jennie Marts
Blogger Girl by Meredith Schorr
Breaking the Rules by Cat Lavoie
Dangled Carat by Hilary Grossman
Divine Moves by Ellyn Oaksmith
Exactly Where They’d Fall by Laura Rae Amos
For the Love of Cupcakes by Anita Kushwaha
French Twist by Glynis Astie
Good Intentions by Kathryn Biel
Hard Hats and Doormats by Laura Chapman
Here, Home, Hope by Kaira Rouda
In Need of Therapy by Tracie Banister
Let’s Be Frank by Brea Brown
Lila’s Choice by Laura Brown
Mail-Order Groom by Cindy Flores Martinez
Mr Right and Other Mongrels by Monique McDonell
Open My Eyes by Jennifer Collin
Reframing Emma by Missy Kierstead
Speaking of Love by Ophelia London
Tear Stained Beaches by Courtney Giardina
The Accidental Prophetess by Michelle Lam
The Bad Girls’ Club by Kathryn O’Halloran
When Girlfriends Collection (Books 1-3) by Savannah Page
Whiskey and Gumdrops by Jean Oram


Happy Birthday Mom!

Today is my mom’s birthday and so I am dedicating my blog post to her—Happy Birthday, Mom!!

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I love my mom with all my heart, and I credit her with being one of my most productive muses. In fact, she inspired the mother character in my debut novel, Just Friends with Benefits. Little things my mother says/does always appear in my writing. I think my mother has a love/hate reaction to seeing “mommyisms” in my writing—she is both flattered and embarrassed.

Despite the obvious affection we share, my mother and I argue pretty frequently. She likes to harp on certain aspects of my life (*cough* my love life) and sometimes, particularly when I’m not happy about it, she stresses me out. I don’t like to confide anything until there is something significant to share. At the same time, I like to assure her that I’m not sitting at home waiting for Mr. Right to knock on my door so that she doesn’t worry about me being a hermit, a spinster, etc. We both lack the patience gene and get frustrated pretty easily. It’s not pretty…

My mother is an avid reader of my blog and while I believe she‘s always hopeful that I will share something personal (*cough* my love life), I know that she’s genuinely interested in all aspects of my life, including my friends, my day job, and my writing.

Although we bicker often and are both aware that time spent together should probably be limited to 48 hour intervals at a time, we have shared many good times together. These are some of my most cherished memories with my mom:

Christmas day – My birthday is December 23rd and since I was raised Jewish, my family typically does not celebrate Christmas. Almost every year since I’ve been out of college, my mother and I have spent either Christmas or Christmas Eve together. We see a movie and then we go out to dinner. Among the movies we’ve seen are The Wolf of Wall Street, Up in the Air, The Pursuit of Happiness, Young Adult and Schindler’s List. Although there have been years that I was away during the Christmas holiday and years we’ve been joined by a third person, those years are few and far between. The tradition is really ours and I love having my mother all to myself.

Day trip to the beach – My mother loves the beach and another tradition we share is reserving a day in the summer to drive to the beach in Long Branch, New Jersey. We leave the house by 9am, arrive at the beach by 11am and stay until at least 5pm. The snack bar at Long Branch makes the best hot dogs ever and I think we look forward to that as much as the beach. Parking is never fun, mostly because I have to carry both of our beach chairs. I’m sure my mom remembers the bitchy woman who purposely took forever packing up her car because she knew we were waiting for her spot. And I know she recalls the year after I graduated college when we passed Monmouth University and I started crying when it hit me that I wouldn’t be going back to my own college, Suny Albany, anymore.

Shopping – there is no one I enjoy shopping with more than my mother. She has impeccable taste and she’s always honest with me about what is flattering and what is not. Growing up, I would lose sleep in excitement the night before a planned shopping spree with my mom. To this day, I entrust my mom more than anyone else to help me choose dresses for important occasions and I’m never quite certain if something works until my mom gives her okay.

Amusement parks – One of my proudest moments of being my mother’s daughter was the day we went to Six Flags Great Adventure. While my sister and I bit our nails in anxiety while waiting in line for the rollercoasters, my mother was fearless. It was pretty awesome.

In sickness and in health – I don’t like being sick but when I’m under the weather, I always want my mom to nurse me back to health by making me her famous “orange aid” with a maraschino cherry. This was a tough winter for me health wise—I was five minutes away from a flu at all times. My mother escorted me to Urgent Care and she also made me several helpings of orange aid and Matzo Ball Soup. There is nothing like feeling under the weather to turn a grown woman into a mama’s girl.

Broadway – Since my mother’s birthday is so close to Mother’s Day, my combined gift to her is always a mother/daughter outing to a Broadway show and dinner. We’ve seen The Producers, Fiddler on the Roof, 9 to 5, The Pajama Game, Mama Mia, Hairspray, La Cage Aux Folles, Billy Elliot and many others. This year, I bought us tickets to see Beautiful. Although it costs me a pretty penny and it seems the tallest guy in the audience is always seated directly in front of one of us, I love sharing the experience with my mother.

There are so many more wonderful memories where my mother is concerned and I look forward to creating more in the years to come.

Happy Birthday Susan Jane Goodman. I love you!

Isn't my mom cute?

Isn’t my mom cute?

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