My husband Mark with Emma and Matt the Summer of 2013

All I Want For Christmas Is Peace Of Mind

Christmas is a pile of stresses with trauma looming on list-filled December days. The mall, really what could be worse? Clearly, lots could be worse, but getting side-checked and jostled on a Saturday afternoon is not my idea of a good time. Seeing clothing marked down to the bone and hanging akimbo makes me worry.
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Blog Author Maureen Goldman

What’s So Great About Girls’ Schools?

There are incalculable ways to learn and all kinds of good spots to sit and receive knowledge. I’m so glad my parents chose an all girls’ school called Convent of the Sacred Heart. That’s a mouthful. We were not the coolest or most competitive school in Manhattan unless you were Catholic. Then we were the
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Quiet Space

Breakfast For Your Soul

While I don’t believe in prescriptions for living, I do believe in quiet space and rocking chairs. They free your mind and open your heart. One of my best investments in comfort is the solid rocking chair on our porch that sits facing east for the new day. Most mornings I step outside to an
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Blog Author Maureen Goldman In Her Backyard

When Your Soul Prospers

My friend Betsy prays for prosperity every day. She asked me if I was trying to prosper through writing. “Yes,” shot out of my mouth like a reflex, because I knew she was talking about money. I didn’t want to sound like a dilettante. The truth is I don’t think about writing and money together.
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wrapped in daisies

Losing Your One-Track Mind

I’ve always been single-minded, pooling all my energy into one goal. It’s a strategy that helped me attend a favorite college and land a dream job in advertising. When I was seven, I locked my father out of the car until he threw his cigarettes in a trash can. He begged me to let him
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Blog Author Maureen Goldman In Her Backyard

Thanksgiving Dinner Reviews And Taking Stock

Thanksgiving dinner was very good. It actually was. The contributing factors were size, ease and listening ears. It was just the four was of us, my children Matt and Emma and my husband Mark. This dialed the drama meter down significantly as there were fewer personalities to balance and fewer dishes to scrub. The four
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My Family

A Little Thanksgiving

We’re having the littlest Thanksgiving tomorrow. Just the four of us, and I’m perfectly happy. I would love to have a bigger group, but the local relatives have other plans. They’re driving back from a house hunting trip on Thanksgiving Day. Cousin Rosemary can’t fly from California. She shattered her ankle skiing. Another cousin thinks
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Me and My Father in 1967

A True Brother

They say there are no accidents. That is not true. I am a classic accident. Technically speaking, I am an only child born to Rita Marie Murray three months after her 18th birthday at Saint Vincent’s Hospital in Manhattan. This is not a joke. She told me I was a blue blood baby. I only
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love heals

Love Heals Every Body

One of my professors has a cynical view of love and healing, as if the power of love for emotional renewal is magical thinking. I thoroughly disagree. Love is the very best medicine we have. Some of us need manufactured drugs, and I take a fistful of vitamin supplements in the morning along with a
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Sitting at the dining room table for my bio photo

An Angel and A Perfect Memory

I met an angel on a sidewalk in Harlem, NY. Remembering her I feel the human experience in its ideal form. Let me tell you why. Some of us lick the edges of life. Others live like dogs with a sore patch, constantly licking our wounds and only making them worse. We keep on like
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