“Wait. Is he your husband or isn’t he?” my co-worker asked after hearing the hesitation in my voice. “Well, he is. But I don’t like calling him that.”I’m married. I have no problem letting people know, and I wear a ring around my left finger to indicate it as so, but I do have a problem using

A dog film festival. When I first read the words in my email inbox, I had no idea if it was a festival devoted to dog films or if dogs were the proposed audience members. Whichever it was, I was intrigued, and quickly bought tickets when I realized that Nacho, our red heeler Australian Cattle Dog,

In 2010, I had just gotten out of a four-year relationship that I was miserable in. Cue Tom* — handsome, funny, caring, and smart. He had plans for his life, and this drove me to him. We met in June; the following April, he would be leaving for basic training. I was torn about starting a

In the months following our separation, the dynamic between my ex-husband and me was reminiscent of stale business partners. We were forced to run things by each other; we had to discuss finances and our son, Jay. Our interactions were cordial, but brief. The magic of a once-new business had

My dream birth plan involved a scenario similar to a posh spa experience. I would be lying in repose in a Jacuzzi tub at my birth center, sighing through contractions as Enya played in the background. My midwife and husband would coach me through the final phases of labor, and my son would be born