Bits and Pieces
Bits and Pieces
The world needs love — now more than ever
Imagine a world where we championed our differences instead of igniting culture wars?
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Aging is not a disease, it’s a privilege
Those of us who are privileged to have lived into our seventh and eighth decades and beyond should rally against stereotypes and advocate against ageism.
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Pressured to be perfect: Influencers tell us how to ‘do’ Christmas
All the hoopla over holiday table settings and expensive gifts to show one's love entirely miss the point. Column by Celia Marszal-Iannelli
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You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes, you do get what you need
A reflection on the upcoming holiday season, life's big adjustments, gratitude and resiliency.
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A funny thing happened on the way to Albuquerque…
When just about everything that could go wrong with air travel does go wrong, passengers often revolt. Not this group.
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‘Life is what happens to you when you’re busy making other plans’: Embrace the unexpected.
The tragic events of Sept. 11, 2001 drove home this life lesson for all New Yorkers. Everything can change in an instant.
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Rewriting history: The truth we hide becomes the lie we live
Being honest with our personal, historical, and political narratives is imperative. It's the only way to learn from our mistakes. New column by Celia Marszal-Iannelli
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When it comes to self-care, a regular mani-pedi is a necessary indulgence
New column by Celia Marszal-Iannelli: Getting a mani-pedi regularly is a much-needed escape from day-to-day stress.
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They say life is a bowl of cherries. Slow down and savor their sweetness.
They say life is a bowl of cherries. it's important to savor their sweetness.
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Reckoning with the woman in the mirror
Looking straight ahead, I noticed a woman walking toward me. At first glance she looked familiar, on second glance, I froze in my tracks. As the woman continued to walk toward me, I met her gaze and saw the confusion that crossed her features. Then it hit me: I was looking at a mirror image of myself. Astounded, I realized I looked like my mom.