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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

Breaking up is like accidentally deleting your favourite playlist right before a road trip. You’re left with silence, confusion, and a...

The weather started cooling down. Back-to-school signs popped up on every billboard like giant reminders that my carefree summer fling...

When people talk about kids and divorce, they usually imagine two camps: devastated or resilient. My kids landed somewhere in between....

“Awareness is like the sun. When it shines on things, they are transformed.” — Thich Nhat Hanh So, the kids met THE girlfriend and, let’s...

It Didn’t Happen All at Once The quiet crept in slowly—first as a relief, then as a weight. No more pings. No more plans. No one asking...

After 22 years of marriage, I didn’t expect to find myself single, over 40, and emotionally supported by a 300-year-old vampire named...

I never really believed in mediums. In fact, I always thought they were charlatans until I met Mrs. T. There was something eerie about...

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...

It started with the wallpaper. Faded, floral, and clinging to my kitchen walls like it was still 1987. I stood there with a steamer in...