Children are often full of energy and ideas, some more than others. I recall, for instance, that time when I was about 5 and thought it would be a great idea to paint mine and my brother’s bunk beds with a marker pen. Creative and beautiful, I thought… although my parents were not quite as amused. These kids from … Read more
I retired at seventy, picked up a strawberry cake, and came home to share a quiet moment with my family, only to find my bags sitting on the porch and the front door locked shut. Something felt deeply, terribly wrong. I’d spent thirty-eight years at that little clinic. People came and went, the sign out … Read more
When I think back to the weeks after my children were born, the memories cling together in one long, hazy strand of exhaustion and fear. I was twenty-nine, living in a two-bedroom townhouse on the outskirts of the city, and I had just brought home three fragile little beings: three tiny faces, three hungry mouths, … Read more
After Mason moved in with his father, I tried to give him the space he’d asked for, believing it would help rebuild their bond after the divorce. In the beginning, everything seemed bright—late-night breakfasts, funny text messages, photos of burnt waffles and movie nights. I told myself his happiness mattered more than my own longing … Read more
I thought the worst thing my mother-in-law ever did was sneak a turkey leg into her purse on Thanksgiving. This year, she walked into my house in stilettos, walked out with my entire Thanksgiving dinner, and somehow still managed to blame me for what happened next. I am the kind of person who waits for … Read more
Inside the box was an old leather folder I recognized from childhood. It held papers I had never bothered to ask about—documents worn thin at the edges, neatly arranged the way he used to organize everything. On top lay a letter written in his careful handwriting. He explained that when I was young, he worked … Read more
I remember sitting in the hospital bed, holding my newborn daughter, still exhausted from delivery, still emotionally bruised from the betrayal I had discovered months earlier. My father’s words echoed in my mind, not because they brought comfort, but because they made me feel even more alone. I had always believed my father to be … Read more
My husband always showered before me. I’d hear the water running while I made coffee, and he’d call out silly things from behind the curtain. One morning, I heard him say, “Hey babe, come look at this mole on my back. Does it look bad?” I laughed and walked toward the bathroom. But then I … Read more
What a surprise John Fetterman has turned out to be. I’ll say it again: I’d never vote for the guy — not in a million years — but he’s one of the very few Democrats who doesn’t bow to the party’s lunatic fringe. And he clearly couldn’t care less what Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer … Read more
What a surprise John Fetterman has turned out to be. I’ll say it again: I’d never vote for the guy — not in a million years — but he’s one of the very few Democrats who doesn’t bow to the party’s lunatic fringe. And he clearly couldn’t care less what Senate Majority Leader Chuck Schumer … Read more
