(Reprinted from February 11, 2019) I used to dread Valentine’s Day, the holiday of the loved and desired. My friend Hannah would dress confidently in her fuz...

The easiest part of writing my memoir turned out to be… writing my memoir. To be clear, it was not actually easy to write. I have no training in creative wri...

Have you ever fantasized about being friends with your therapist? She smiles when you arrive, and she truly likes you. Her eyes shine with empathy, and she l...

It began with exhaustion. I have been on a whirlwind schedule for two years now, treating my clients during the week, writing or speaking on the weekends. I ...

I used to love P.D. Eastman’s book, Are You My Mother? The story was about a baby bird whose mother was nowhere to be found when he hatched. The baby bird wa...

My oldest daughter, Julia, graduated from college this weekend. My work as her mother is not fully finished, but surely this graduation marks a major crossro...

“You need a theme for your blog,” Karen advised me over our annual birthday brunch. We have been friends since eighth grade, when I was the new kid in town. ...

“There’s an ambulance at Vickie’s house,” my husband said. We frowned at each other. Vickie and her family had been our friends for years. I met her at the b...