I just got off the phone with a friend of mine who has been upset that she might have lost a very dear friend of hers. Not to death, but to an act that made her friend feel as if she was second or third on her list.
It’s August fifth on a hot Sunday afternoon in New England. Thirteen years ago today, I had eloped and married a man whom I had deeply believed I would be walking hand-in-hand into old age and beyond with.
Two years ago, after signing up at a YMCA in a neighboring town in yet another attempt to gain control over my body, I met the assistant director of fitness; and completely, for the first time in many years since my ...
I know two couples, both of whom have been married for thirty years. For the first couple, the male is 60 and the woman 58. They have two children. For the second couple, the male is 52, the woman 53. They have ...
Let me tell you something about some of the men I know.