by Corey Whelan My daughter doesn't pick up after herself.  Those TV shows about hoarders scare the crap out of me because her room looks a little bit like that.  My son is much more meticulous. But sometimes, it's hard for us to find common ground in our conversations, that's just ...

by Corey Whelan It is a mess in NYC right now.  Dirty snow piled everywhere and icy patches of melt freeze, melt freeze.  My daughter Caitlin has a nine block walk to the bus that gets her to school and I take that walk with her every day.  Yesterday it was a joke, the snow was ...

by Ken Mosesian 11 years ago today my mom died. It was her second bout with cancer, after having been in remission. I'm taking the day off to cook the foods of my childhood and fill the house with the smells I so deeply miss. More than anything, it is food that reminds me of my mom. Probably ...

A Weblog Reprinted from November 15, 2007 by Corey Whelan   My mom never had regular periods. She was married for 14 years and got pregnant when she was 40. She was pregnant for five months before she realized it; everyone thought she was simply getting fat. So, when I, her only daughter, ...

by Corey Whelan  I used to call September my spiritual month.  The color of the sky, that amazing blue.  The leaves falling.  The crisp air.  It all worked for me.  I chose to get married in September.  My twin's due date was September 29th.  Now, I ...

by Corey Whelan   Not that I’m dramatic or anything, but I trust Dr. Steven Gelman with my life.  Even more than that, I trust him with the lives of my children.  Dr. Gelman has been their pediatrician for almost 14 years and has seen us through a lot.   So of ...

by Ken Mosesian, The American Fertility Association's Executive Director    I have a great love for theology. To relax, I’ll pick up a book like After Writing: On the Liturgical Consummation of Philosophy by Catherine Pickstock. Yes, I know. Taking “nerd” to ...

Tonight I am going to Coney Island with my kids to see the fireworks.  We will ride the Cyclone first (at least they will, you can’t get me on a roller coaster to save my life) and then Nathan’s, and after that we’ll hang out on the board walk until the display starts a ...

About 10 years ago, I received a call from my dad just before Father’s Day. My mom had recently died from her second bout with cancer, and my dad and I had become extremely close as a result. After the usual check-in conversation (how are you feeling, how are the dogs, etc...) he asked if my ...