The lump in my throat hardens as I watch them walk away. They are walking away into vacation for two weeks without me. I resist the overwhelming urge to run after them, to buy a plane ticket to join them, to start sobbing in front of strangers. I pretend not to count the minutes they…

This month would have marked my 35th wedding anniversary to my children’s father. On a hot July afternoon, I dressed in lace, ruffles, and pearl buttons to say “I do” in his grandma’s back yard. We committed until death. We lasted a little more than a decade. In the years since our divorce, I’ve felt…

I remember feeling sluggish.  I remember having a hard time getting out of bed in the morning.  I remember when brushing my teeth at the end of the day felt like a chore. I remember the year I got divorced and all of the lethargy that went with it. And notwithstanding the constant feeling that…

“You’re a divorce lawyer?” he asked with some mixture of mild surprise or delight that I couldn’t discern. “I just called one last month.” He had only been married for three years but had been planning his separation for some time. “She’s mean,” he repeated three times during our flight from D.C. to Chicago. We…

I remember a June day 14 years ago. I was tucked behind the enormous old wooden doors at St. John’s Church, waiting in white to walk down the aisle. My heart was swelled up just like the tears in my eyes. I was heading toward my future as a wife and it never once occurred…