For as long as I can remember, Christmas Eve ham served as the base of our New Year’s ham-and-bean soup. Perhaps somewhere along the line, I picked up that beans and pork are supposed to bring good luck if consumed on New Year’s Day. Plus, beans are a good foundation for a Keto diet that pro…

When this decade began, I had a flip phone, a digital camera and knees that didn’t hurt every time I climbed the stairs. I also had a driver’s license proclaiming hair of brown and weight of less than 150, and only one of those was an exaggeration.

In March of 2018, Jennifer Golden entered a Long Island hospital near her home in Suffolk County, New York, for what doctors initially thought was a gallbladder issue. She had it removed, but days later was back in, hearing things like “your blood seems off” and “bone marrow test.”

Every year, on the night before her kids’ birthdays, Ria Sharon would write a letter.

Our first Christmas card arrived this week, a nice photo montage of the family of a college friend. Oh sure, we keep in touch via text. We like each other’s posts on Facebook. We see each other at the occasional group dinner or wedding, and it’s like we never left.

In March of 1957, developers Louis and Milton Zorensky opened the region’s newest suburban shopping center on 48 acres at the corner of Watson and Sappington roads, a big sprawling outdoor mall.

We always seemed to arrive just as the gravy was simmering, on all those Thanksgivings of the 1960s and ‘70s when my grandparents’ home was holiday central.

Tom and I tell ourselves this story over and over: The day in April 1994 when we brought our baby, whom we named Matt, home from the hospital. Tom set his carrier in the middle of our family room, and we stared at him and said, “Now what?”

It seems like a good idea: An extra hour of sleep every first weekend in November as we switch our clocks from daylight saving time to standard time. Sixty extra minutes under the covers just as the weather’s getting colder.

Well, I stepped in it.

“Where are all the scary movies?” Jack asked one night with TV remote in hand. “Don’t they have round-the-clock horror the week before Halloween?”

This month, there may be spirits lurking around the grounds of the historic Thomas Sappington House in Crestwood, but there are some spirited discussions going on, too.

With college tuition behind us and our boys settling into their careers, we have a bit of free time now, which means the possibilities are endless: Travel. Become wine experts. Sit in the recliner watching Netflix for as long as we darn well please. But somehow Tom and I decided we needed an…

This remains one of my favorite October moments: Game 7 of the 2006 National League Championship Series at Shea Stadium in New York, with a rookie pitcher named Adam Wainwright staring down Mets slugger Carlos Beltran. It’s the bottom of the ninth, and catcher Yadier Molina had just hit a 2-…

This is for all you Football Moms. You know who you are. It’s Friday, which means you barely have time to get yourself ready because you’ve got a game!

On Sept. 20, 1973, 46 years ago today, an estimated 90 million viewers worldwide watched a tennis match, the “Battle of the Sexes,” between Billie Jean King and Bobby Riggs.

The best vacations are the ones that take you by surprise; places you visit that stay with you long after you return, like the one Tom and I took to Nashville 18 months ago.

Eddie & Park is the consummate South County road.

Six summers ago, I took a wedding dress — some 54 years old and stuffed into a plastic bag — to Lucy’s Dressmaking & Alterations in south St. Louis.

It’s nice to see all the first-day-of-school pictures all over social media, but I had been feeling left out. One son lives in Chicago, and the other looked at me with “Don’t even, Mom” eyes when I followed him out to his car earlier this month with my iPhone.