How do you guard your tender heart while you are still trying to heal your damaged soul?
I am so sorry that this happened to you. I am so sorry that you have spent however many years beating yourself up over this.
In case you’re curious — or fear you may be old — here are a few moments that helped me realize the truth about my oldness.
“Health” as a topic has become something of a cultural glue — a subject that connects us through our obsession with bodies, a commodity that, while diverse, is something we all have.
Infertility was the most stressful thing I’ve ever gone through. It tested my marriage, it broke us financially, and I’m continuing to heal from the whole thing after some wicked post-traumatic stress.
Love is the only thing we try to claim is beautiful because it lasts forever.
Embracing butchness is a struggle, but these small moments have helped me undo years of insecurity.
Even though we are no longer living together as a married couple, it’s not the end of our relationship — it just means carrying on in a new way.
Parenting is hard enough without unsolicited advice from the peanut gallery. I’m already exhausted enough without managing the emotions and experiences of virtual strangers.
There isn’t a mountain he wouldn’t move, not a horrifying trombone solo he wouldn’t sit through, for these kids, that aren’t his own. And the thing that is hard about that is… he isn’t their dad.
The first time the topic of children came up, everything was super positive, but then a few months later he kept hinting that he wasn’t sure whether he wanted children at all.
I’m your neighbor, and a couple of months ago you hit my car. I’m writing to you because…
Hi. My name is Carrie. I’m a racist.
Here are a few ways we can help kids develop a healthy body image.
I still went to the painful place of being fat-shamed and decided that was why he had refused to kiss me.
Check yourself. Are your expectations unrealistic?