Mourning In the Digital Age I became a widow nearly 12 years ago. Hours after my husband died, I posted a photo of him on social media. In lieu of answering the many heartfelt calls, texts, and emails my daughter and I received, that post was the easiest way for me to...
What Europeans Get Right About Fashion, Comfort, and Feminism I recently came home from nearly three weeks in Europe with my sister. Everything from the people to the food to the history amazed us—as did the fashion. The women seemed to dress effortlessly and...
Death is not a plot twist. In real life, it’s something else entirely: messy, and grief is always with you. Mr. Big died on a Peloton. Bambi’s mom got shot in the snow. And Fleabag? She never got over the loss of her best friend, Boo—can you blame her? My husband,...
Charlotte said it best back in Season 3 of Sex and the City while brunching with the girls—“I’ve been dating since I was 15. I’m exhausted. Where is he?” Same, girl. Same. That line might be older than your favorite Starbucks barista, but it still hits hard … does he...
When I went on Instagram this morning, I was literally bombarded with posts about menopause: Take the right menopause supplements (Brain fog? Hair loss? Low libido? There’s a supplement for that!), eat enough protein (but don’t forget the fiber!), do weight-bearing...
Signs It’s Time to End a Friendship Five years ago, on one of our weekly hikes, I was eager to tell my close friend Annie* that my agent had found a publisher for my memoir. My first book was getting published—it was cause for celebration! But her reaction deflated...