Gather friends and feed them, laugh in the face of calamity, and cut out all the things––people, jobs, body parts––that no longer serve you.
Trump pardoned the man who sexually harassed me. Will I now spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder?
I got sick six months ago. Now I can barely make it up the stairs.
It’s as unpleasant and awkward as you’d imagine.
Mourning a pet when so many humans are dying might feel unseemly, but loss is loss, and it’s okay to feel it.
The rules of the pandemic require every person to stay put in one household. The laws of joint custody require the exact opposite.
“The thought of simply breathing in and out without coughing and reuniting with my children ... is goal enough. To—literally—live and let live will be enough.”
Even before her wild literary success, it was clear to those of us who knew her that she was a force to be reckoned with.
Two-thirds of Alzheimer’s patients are women. My foggy 53-year-old brain could help explain why.
How I got divorced without hiring a lawyer
A winter splurge turns into an e-commerce nightmare.
Maddy’s mother and I became friends right after our children were born. Now Maddy’s gone, and so is the world we lived in.
“Every classmate who became a teacher or doctor seemed happy,” and 29 other lessons from seeing my Harvard class of 1988 all grown up
A new book makes the case for the primacy of the female libido, and for a societal reckoning with that reality.
The Kavanaugh allegations led me to reach out to the man who had assaulted me decades before.
My encounter with them was surprisingly meaningful. And itchy.
What a woman chooses to do with her body should not be up for debate in 2018.
The distance between a dream gig and a nightmare can be tiny when you have no power.