MISSING COLORS IN MY RAINBOW

I am the oldest of three daughters and I am the only surviving sibling. I grew up in the Bronx with my parents and my two younger sisters, Audrey and Allison. It was not a coincidence that all three of our names begin with the letter A. Not only did my mother do this on…

BEING INVISIBLE – NOT ALWAYS A BAD THING

I recently read something that was written by a man who was painfully describing his feelings on being invisible. He described himself as divorced, stocky, balding and middle-aged and stated that women look past him everywhere he goes. He was clearly feeling deflated and unhappy with his perceived invisibility and he explained that he didn’t…