There’s no place like Las Vegas.  It’s glitzy, and plastic, and neon, and fun. We went to Vegas for New Year’s in 2013 to celebrate my bonus son’s 21st birthday (“bonus son” = stepson, with a more positive connotation; it means I’m “bonus mom”).  It…

This little memoir is dedicated to everyone who loved my brother Steve, and has the same bigger-but-now-broken heart because of his presence in your life.

Las Vegas is a city you can’t quite love but can’t quite hate. It pushes tacky so far that it almost becomes charming. We spent a hot 3 July days there fulfilling a long-time birthday wish of a deserving octogenarian, and I was haiku-inspired. 1…