Recently, I read a book supposedly set in the 90s but it felt like it belonged in the 60s. One of the things that made it feel that way was the characters. One of the college-aged men constantly addressed everyone … Continued
I composed a letter to my adult daughter that I never planned to actually share with her, just something to help me make my way through my murky feelings, because I was weepy every time I was near her, rather … Continued
Most men—including my husband—are sometimes baffled at my behavior. It’s nothing I’m going to apologize for (although I have been tempted once or twice to say “sorry”). I am fiercely independent—always have been, always will be. And, in this day … Continued
