Because of Dad's Alzheimer's, I had to come out of the closet twice. We got it right the second time.
Did Obama's trip to Turkey help Muslims here at home? It depends on how you view my headscarf.
I went to school to be a journalist. But will I ever be one?
Because of my ominous genetic history, I decided I would never have children. Got a problem with that?
My fiancé's first marriage ended in tragedy. Before we could be happy, he had to make peace with it. So did I.
As a librarian, my world was always about books. But in this economy, I've evolved into a career counselor.
I thought being a dad would come easily to me. But soon after my son's birth, I was looking for a way out.
High-school seniors are receiving the final college admissions decisions this week. It's an important choice for any kid, but for gay teens, finding a welcoming campus can be a life saver.
My father, a third-generation newspaper publisher, warned of the industry's demise. None of us listened.
I thought I'd never tell my Muslim parents that I'm gay. Then a terrifying encounter gave me no choice.
From Manhattan commutes to morning school drop-off rituals: it's not easy adjusting to unemployed life.
My daughter had buried her grief beyond reach. It took a runaway dog to help her finally mourn.
Who should we focus on—my disabled son or my gifted girl?
Lost in the octuplets saga is the scary medical reality: without selective reduction, lots of lives are at risk.
One month ago, I landed Flight 1549 safely in the Hudson River. In some ways, that was the easy part.
Don't underestimate the power of storytelling. It got folks through the Depression. It can work now, too.
Yes, I voted for Prop 8. Yes, I oppose gay marriage. But that doesn't make me a religious fundamentalist.
I'm proud of my mom, the local celebrity. But I had to figure out how to be more than just her daughter.
I cook. I carpool. I volunteer. I do everything for my daughter. So, of course, her role model is … her dad?
After a senseless act of violence in our church, we did not give in to anger. We sought a better way.
For years, only news from Kashmir could stir my nightmares of childhood terror. Then came Mumbai.
More ham than hamstring, I have run more than 10,000 miles in my life. Try not to look so surprised.
Conventionally speaking, I'm unhealthy. But perhaps it's time we redefined the word.
In a grim year, the one constant has been our meals together. Do they help? They help us hang in there.
Diagnosed with a deadly but uncommon illness, I call upon the game of my youth to take action.