by Debbie Kasper I am childless; a mother of no one. It’s not such an anomaly anymore, but back when I made that conscious choice in the ’70s, it invited many questions, opinions and raised eyebrows. Ironically, one of my biggest cheerleaders for my childless life was my mother. A…

Honey, I Forgot the Grandchildren by Debbie Kasper When I was younger, eggs all fresh, even strangers would ask, “Why don’t you have kids?” I usually got defensive about it, muttering something smart-alecky back like, “I had one but I forgot where I put it.” Then I’d smile sarcastically. Later…

The Bad and the Beautiful By Debbie Kasper I’ve always shopped at Macy’s because we’ve been great friends for years. After my bankruptcy in 1996, they were the only ones to extend me a card. Even the public library took back their plastic. Yet every time I go to Macy’s…

Debbie Kasper Today I held the heavy glass door at the grocery store for an elderly woman while she hobbled through. Since I was a child, I’ve always been a bit saddened whenever I saw the elderly. She was bent over almost at a right angle — clearly inconvenient —…