Learning to face the world on our own in middle age — Parents I’ve been slowly becoming an orphan these last fourteen years. I suppose most of us could say that — aren’t so many of us on that journey? For me, it’s been a little more “in my face” than I expected. My father had a stroke in early 2010, one that…

But don’t worry — I’ve got a paradigm shift for you… — “A woman owes her man regular sex. If I’m not having sex with her, I lose the right to insist she not have sex with someone else.” I get this comment so regularly, I can almost predict when the next one will appear. It’s like men are talking about wild…

Another plea for women to take one for the team — The Washington Post is concerned that we are entering an era in which the American institution of marriage will crumble because of our diverging political ideologies. Days before Thanksgiving, it published an op-ed on the topic that would inspire alarm bells for the average reader — particularly those who lean…

How women are weeping for all the wrong reasons — It was eighteen months after the breakup and there I was, crying to my therapist about him. Again. I was in so much pain, I felt like I could barely breathe. I couldn’t seem to shake the memories of his sweet smile, or the way he called me “love.” I…

The most unexpected love affair I’ve ever had — Okay, Swifties, move over. New member to the club incoming! I know, I know, I’m 47. And a half. I realize I might be the oldest person here. And as far as I can see, I’m at least ten years late to the party. How did this happen, you ask…

When are we going to be honest about the trauma caused by entitlement in the marriage bed? — “Why did you marry him if you didn’t want to have sex with him?” This is one of the most common questions I see men asking the women in my comment sections. I wish I could say I expect readers to be shocked by the audacity of asking strangers such…

What would it be like not to have to be grateful or repentant for taking up space? — There it was, on the very top shelf in the garden center at Home Depot: the pot that I needed for a plant I had recently purchased. It was only six inches out of my reach. I stretched. I jumped. I stretched again. But I just couldn’t reach it. Right…

There’s not a single standard I can meet anymore — thank god — It was only four years ago that I sat here on my couch with my best friend, Sunny, and we talked until late into the night about our romantic aspirations. We were both scared — neither of us had experienced a relationship in which we hadn’t been abused or betrayed…

I’m happy for Taylor, too, but this is getting out of hand… — “Karma is the guy on the Chiefs coming straight home to me.” These are the words that have rung across the world so often in the past week that anyone who has never heard this song, now knows it by heart. As I flip through social media, I cannot seem…