It occurred to me this week that my husband and I have been having the same arguments for seven years. Before that, my boyfriend and I argued about the same stuff for about five years. Occasionally something new pops up—like I think he’s a bit too strict on the kids and needs to pick only… View more
It can be hard to love ourselves at the best of times. We know the shadows lurking inside us. We carry the burden of all our failures. And after prolapse, (or infertility, or any other life-altering let-down,) we can feel like lesser women. There’s a lot of fear, too, when all you can do is… View more
I’ve thought a lot about friendship this year. Early on it was with laughter and joy, sitting out on the balcony with my bestie. We’d talk about connections we’d made, people we wanted to make time for, or people who demanded time we didn’t have and we joked “No friendship vacancies!” It’s an interesting phase… View more
