Twists of fate: Falling in love with a stranger

I would’ve never thought a 78-year-old Jewish woman from the Bronx would be the love of my life.

Twists of fate: Happy rebirth day to me

I look back at the scared young woman I once was and wish I could talk to her. I would hold her hand and tell her that nothing is ever as bleak as it may seem. Losing your way does not make you a failure. Asking for help does not mean you are weak. When you hit bottom, it is the perfect time to start looking up.

Twists of Fate: Radiating friendship

Given she’d been so sick from her treatments, I hadn’t seen her as frequently and imagined the worst. But she looked beautiful. It was more than her pretty face and wisps of curly hair, though. There was clarity in her eyes, someone who knew what she wanted, and it was as simple as wanting to live.

Twists of Fate: Pregnant? Who me?

Pregnant! Me? I can’t be.

The doctor confirmed my suspicions. I was a 20-year-old college junior at Douglass College in New Brunswick, N.J., married less than a year and definitely not ready for this unplanned pregnancy.

Twists of fate: The car accident

We at Women’s Magazine believe the answer to most (if not all) problems is perspective. That’s why we thought it was important to dedicate a space in our lives every month to stories about blessings in disguise. Here’s the latest.

Twists of fate: Tears and Target

As a young mom, I remember when my son lost his umbilical cord. I smiled and said to my husband, “The next step is college.”

Twists of fate: Breakfast with Ben

I’m not a morning person. In fact, I was once kicked out of a carpool for being habitually late for my ride in the morning. I never thought I would say that my favorite time of day happens before 7 a.m., but being a mother resets your biological clock in more ways than the cliche’ states.

Twists of Fate

We are programmed to follow the rules: You date first, marry second, and have kids soon after, thus completing the faade of “a happy life.” Well, what if you date first, move in together second, open a business together third, get cancer fourth and get engaged last? I would call that a twist of fate.

E-mails from my mom

I’m digging almost crystallized honey from a jar. As I lower the spoon into a mug of tea and watch the cloudy mass dissolve, I remember yesterday’s e-mail from my mother, and hope that by adding honey I am actually lowering my cholesterol, curing any snippets of heart disease I may have, and also preventing arthritis, cancer, indigestion and the common cold.

Twists of fate: One man’s trash

Why does Superior Mayor pro tem Lisa Skumatz dig through rotting fish guts and amputated deer heads?