Relationships

We Are Not Our Things

When my daughter died, I clung tightly to her things. After my neighbor’s foreclosure, I began to let go of them.

Mending the Mistranslated Meanings of Mother’s Day

How a quote on a wall changed it all.

On that which starts and ends in the womb

I levitated up from the examination table and kissed the…

A Hollywood Romance Made in China

How I met my husband (regardless of what he may tell you)

I Didn’t Cry When Tom Brady Retired

When — and why — are men driven to tears?

An Ode to My Front Porch

How I reclaimed the lost art of porch-sitting