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In 2012, I was working in a career that many would consider a dream. I was a publicist in the Country music industry. As a lifelong lover of music and a classically trained pianist at New York University, it was thrilling. Every day was exciting, whether I was working a…
The first time I heard Stella Lefty’s name, the very next thing I learned was that her father is a billionaire.It’s true: The rising pop-country star is the daughter of Eric Lefkofsky, who cofounded Groupon in the aughts and is the CEO of the biotech company Tempus AI. He’s worth…
Back in 2018, I was finishing my final year of college.It had been far from the best chapter of my life, so I did everything I could to graduate a semester early. I abandoned my plans to apply for a Fulbright scholarship and moved in with my parents temporarily.Now that…
I moved back to my Louisiana hometown from Biloxi, Mississippi, in 2023 after 35 years on my own. It was the solution to two problems — I was newly divorced with nowhere to go, and my dad needed help caring for my mom, who had dementia.It was supposed to be…
When I threw a party in Italy to celebrate my 40th birthday, it felt like the start of a new chapter. Watching my dad attempt conversation with my partner’s family across the language barrier, and my nephew playing with his nephew, I felt a joy I hadn’t known since before…
My mother and father, ages 95 and 90, respectively, are proud to still live in their own home.They enjoy a peaceful lifestyle that revolves around simple meals, afternoon trips into the English countryside, and reading the newspaper.However, their health has inevitably declined. Dad has had a particularly hard year so…
This as-told-to essay is based on a conversation with dermatologist Dr. Jessica Wu. It has been edited for length and clarity.My dad has never tracked his sleep, and wouldn’t know what a macro is. He has never set foot in a gym, and doesn’t own sneakers (he prefers loafers). And…
My 78-year-old dad has had a 15-year love affair with Paris. Every summer like clockwork, he and my stepmom escape their New England home and make their annual pilgrimage to the French capital.Even though my older sister and I have done our fair share of our own adventures, we had…
The day my father died, it was a Monday, early morning. Normally, I would have been driving my daughter to school, but she was home with a badly injured foot. My uncle called and said, “Now I have to tell you that your father crossed over earlier this morning.”This was…
