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My husband never ceases to amaze me, but the things I love most about him have definitely changed over the years since having kids. What better time than Valentine’s Day to reflect on how our love continues to evolve....
A few weeks ago, my husband and I took our kids to Land’s End for a family hike. Despite being foggy (shocker), it was gorgeous and we all had so much fun exploring a really cool maze and a...
October is Domestic Violence Awareness month (October), but let’s make it our mission year-round to end the one important thing that, paradoxically, is both a dire consequence of domestic violence and a factor contributing to its perpetuation:
Shame.
Sadly, victims of...
The problem is, I don’t know the shape of this yet. I don’t know how much space it takes up inside of me, how it changes the outline of my body. I see myself in the mirror and I...
After doing some very informal research on Valentine’s Day, I noticed that the word “martyr” kept popping up. According to Wikipedia, the original Valentines were the Valentine of Rome and the Valentine of Terni, who were honored for their...
Moving to the Bay Area has been a very socially humbling experience.
I always thought I was good at making friends, but it turns out I’ve relied heavily on my husband’s easygoing nature and the built-in friends that came with...
Editor's Note: We know this is an unusual time and you may be in closer contact with the person who was abusive. Please only take this survey if you can do so privately. The researchers provide tips for clearing...
I had the opportunity to attend an out-of-town wedding recently with several former grad school friends, many of whom I still keep in close touch with. Due to last minute planning, I “represented” our clan while leaving my two...
"And what do you say?" I asked my four-year-old with the tone that tells her she knows the answer.
"I don't want to say 'Please!' Can't I just have it?" She was exasperated, not whiny. Vulnerable, not defiant.
Without another word,...

























