My husband and I became foster parents because of infertility. Finding out we would never have our own children was hard, but it was something that we could handle. Receiving our first foster-care placement was, to me, like giving birth. He felt like he was mine from the moment I saw his

I wish I had broken my arm. I wish I were wearing a cast that everyone could see. People would immediately notice.   "What happened? How did you break your arm?" they would ask curiously. "I had an accident," I could say. "I fell, I tripped, I cracked my arm right in half.” "Wow that sounds

It's finally December and there isn't much that's supposed to imply other than at least those premature holiday decorations all over the city seem justified now (and boy did they move fast — it was literally the day after Halloween when the tinsel and Seasons Greetings went up everywhere).

When I found out Kim Kardashian was robbed, I was devastated. I read the details for about two whole minutes – that her wrists were zipped tied and she was gagged, the attackers held a gun to her head, screamed at her in another language, intimidated her; that she was in tears, that she was certain

On the day I was raped, I felt like a true yogi. It was July and 30 degrees Celsius on New York's Rockaway Peninsula*. I had been up since 6 a.m. I’d started the day by swimming in the ocean, running on the soft sand, and doing an asana sequence I had committed to memory on a wooden deck in the