As a parent of small children and a daughter who has lost a parent, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how our children don’t often...

I’ve been working on this memoir for 3 years…or 8 years…or maybe 39 years, depending on how you look at it. My Modern Love essay, Moving...

I had high hopes for this summer. The last few years have been a slog and I decided that my time to relax and have fun was finally here....

I keep thinking about Christine Blasey Ford today. I keep remembering how brave and inspiring she was to speak out when and how she did....

On a recent trip to Joshua Tree National Park, I gazed up at a heart-shaped rock that loomed between me and the wide-open sky and thought...

We told people it was a “trial separation,” but we had no idea what that really meant. We found a mediator who specializes in divorce...

It's been just over two months since I opened Instagram one morning and announced that I was going to post 100 times about the end of my...

When my sister was a toddler, my mother would take her to the grocery store and she would sit in the little seat in the metal cart as my...

One of the things you hear a lot when you're going through a divorce is that it's essential for both people to reflect on their role and...

One of the unexpected pleasures of being single-ish* after many years is buying my own gifts for holidays. (Santa was very thoughtful...

A few years ago, when I was still married, I woke up on February 9th in a quiet room in a snow-covered world. A few moments later, I...

As a six-month separation slid headlong towards divorce, I longed for stories. There's no shortage of books about how to save your...

It’s hard to believe that Amanda has been gone for fifteen years. I counted the years on my fingers and then I still had to text...

If I am brave enough to tell people that I’m getting divorced, and they are brave enough to ask questions, sometimes they will ask, “Was...

I had forgotten this until I went to look for the photo for my last post, but on the actual day we separated, the only photo I took was a...

We decided to separate on July 30th, which meant the decision cleaved the summer in half, dividing it into the Before and After that now...

In my last post, I choose the word “suffering” intentionally when I said that the thought that I was losing my chance to have the family...

I was listening to Laura McKowen’s excellent podcast “Tell Me Something True” and she said something I’ve been thinking about for a while...

Do you remember the summer of 2019? None of us knew then that it was the last summer before coronavirus would change our world. For me,...

I do not like the word divorce. It sounds like a cross between “die” and “force,” and that’s what it has felt like, too. A forced death –...