Get the Picture? A Father's Legacy and the Love of Art BY MARY NOVARIA June 17, 2016 Published by The Good Men Project My dad was a first generation
Irish-American who grew up playing stickball on the streets of New York. His
father, a laborer from County T...
As seen on Parent.Co! It began with the “sock problem.” My daughter Ellie and I spent an
agonizing ten minutes every morning finding the perfect pair of socks for her tiny,
three-year-old feet. The nubby seam across the
toes bothered my daughter to the po...
As seen in the Huffington Post. I
was careless with my skin as a teen and now I’m terrified of getting skin
cancer like my father. Even
though my fair, Irish skin would freckle and burn it didn’t stop me from trying
to achieve that golden glow featured in...
Featured in feminine . collective Photo credit: happymillerman via Compfight cc I used to read my horoscope occasionally just for fun, but I
didn’t put much stock in it. In fact, I was skeptical of anything I co...
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