My first childhood memory involving my dad was visiting him in prison when I was four. My parents got divorced when I was two, and I don't remember them being married. They hated each other, but I like to think in order to hate each other so much, they had to have loved each other that ...Continue

Every year around the middle of April, it starts. I play whack-a-mole with the emails in my inbox, burying their messages back into the ground. "Save on gifts for Mom!" Or, "Make her day truly memorable!" As irrational as it sounds, I always wonder why no one has alerted CVS or 1-800-Flowers that

Just like we don't necessarily choose who we love, we can't necessarily choose who we mourn, or how we mourn. I've lost people in my life, dear people, people who I think about everyday and wish I could see them just one more time. I've lost other animals in my life, animals who made me feel

I had been tearfully begging my fiancé, Scott, to start trying to have a baby for a couple of months. He wanted to wait until after the wedding, and while I accepted that was the most prudent decision for everyone involved, I couldn't talk myself out of wanting it.Then we "pulled the goalie" once,

The setup: The New Year’s Eve Vipassana Meditation Retreat. Dec 27 – Jan 1. No speaking, no internet, no phone, no reading, no writing.A bunch of rough stuff happened this year, and my brain exploded. Shortly after I turned 36 I decided, out of desperation really, to give meditation a concerted