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My dating hiatus lasted one full year. Why? I really meant it when I said I would not date again after Simon — unless I was fully supported by a therapist. Well, the day finally came one year later; the therapist had finally made it to my name. I felt like I had just won the lottery. It was an amazing way to start the year. Mario and I got to work immediately — hunting demons, unpacking baggage, and rebuilding my dating confidence piece by carefully examined piece. And then…

Choosing Your Hard: The Hidden Grief of the One Who Leaves People love a good narrative, especially when it comes to divorce. The story usually goes like this: the person who initiates it — let’s say, her — packs a bag, grabs her favorite playlist, and drives off into the sunset to “live her best life.” “You must feel so free,” they say, as if I tossed my emotional baggage out the window somewhere around Exit 27 and never looked back. Head's up....: I didn’t. Because even the

When I met my husband-to-be, my beauty routine was non-negotiable. Mani-pedi every two weeks. Facials and eyebrow shaping once a month. Hair? Every week, without fail. Basically, I was a walking Sephora subscription. I kept that up all through the courting phase — because, of course, love makes you glow (and so does $300 worth of salon maintenance). But once we got married? Suddenly my beauty routine was “too expensive.” Waxing, however, remained a sacred ritual… until it was

When Was I Ever Comfortable With My Body? Who am I kidding? When was I ever truly comfortable with my body? I remember being 25 — flat belly, perfect fat distribution, the whole package. And yet, I thought I was fat. (Dramatic eye roll.) Now, when I look back at photos of myself at 20, 25, 30, I want a Doc Brown in my life to fire up the DeLorean so I can go back and scream at younger me: “Put down the low-fat yogurt and stop crying over your nonexistent muffin top!” The Last

So… Simon came and went, and after discovering the monster that lurked in the dark corners of my subconscious mind (seriously, who invited that guy?), I decided to go on a full-blown hiatus. No dating for me—thank you very much—until I could put myself out there with the emotional support of a therapist. My bestie—neuropsychologist, guru, and human Google for all things brain—put me on the waiting list for her top psychologist. Good things come to those who wait, right? Excep

The Shame of Being Divorced at 50 (and Why I’m No Longer Apologizing for It) I recently listened to a segment of Oprah’s podcast where women — and their children — spoke candidly about the gray divorce phenomenon (I added the link below). There were tears, laughter, and that unmistakable relief of hearing someone else say, “Yes, me too.” What struck me most was the honesty — not just from the women, but from their adult children, who were still figuring out what family even m

The timelines are a bit blurry, but I think I was turning ten. My parents were divorced. My mother had full custody of my sister and me, and my dad was—how can I say this?—absent in every possible way. Like, if “ghosting” had a championship, he’d have been the reigning MVP. Family and friends called to wish me happy birthday, but I was waiting for one call that never came. I remember crying in my room until my mother came in. When she asked what was wrong, I told her between

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I saw them today—my ex in-laws—for the first time since the announcement. The first time since Mother’s Day, when the silence from their...