It just didn’t occur to me that I could quit my marriage. Not because of my elementary school education at St. Frances Cabrini Church or because I couldn’t make the mortgage payment. I really just didn’t consider it as a choice. I was so ingrained with the gift of grit I never looked at…

I wasn’t afraid he would kill me. I wasn’t afraid I’d be homeless. I wasn’t afraid my family or church would shun me. Mostly divorce didn’t occur to me. Despite years of pursuing professional help on how to make an unhappy marriage happy, divorce never occurred to me until weeks before I filed. We fought,…

We the wise of my mother’s many children thought we knew what was best for her. The family meeting topics included our father’s chronic alcoholism, his refusal to seek treatment, and our concern for our mother. With the passage of decades, the memories are vague. I can’t remember whether my mom wanted to see a…