Nancy Brier recently relocated to Palm Desert, California with her husband and their 12-year-old daughter. She coaches entrepreneurs and writes about family, cancer, travel, and business. For more of her work, please visit www.NancyBrier.com.
I crammed myself into a middle seat, a heavy set lady on one side and a talkative gentleman on the other. It was all too late by the time ... Read more
“If you don’t have paint, use food coloring,” said my art professor. I’d never heard of that method, but it was a relief. I was 17 years old and ... Read more
“It’s way too fancy,” I told my husband. “I’d be overdressed.” My new outfit is a beauty — white and lacy, perfect for a summer cocktail party, but too ... Read more
Oh, crap. It’s that woman, I thought. We were at Lauren’s first football game of the season when I saw a familiar face. It was the face of a ... Read more
“It’s dead, Mom.” I looked toward my neighbor’s house, which used to be blocked by a wall of solid green. Lauren’s outstretched finger pointed to a row of skeletal ... Read more
Gary wanted to role play. “Put on a little nurse’s outfit,” he said, in puffs, pants, and grunts. But excruciating pain ruined the moment. He hurt so bad that ... Read more
This week’s column is about what to do when you’re staring down a life-changing diagnosis. Learning you have breast cancer is terrifying, but like so many others, you’re going ... Read more
I wore earrings that glowed and a skirt that looked like a silver Christmas tree ornament. “Wow, you never dress like that,” my husband said. “I like it.” I ... Read more
“It’s gone,” my husband said. He was glued to a screen, studying maps of the fire, watching it lick up pear orchards, walnut groves, and vineyards. News ... Read more
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