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This is an ode to the intimacy of friendship that holds your hand in the dark. To the arms that have carried me—my sister, my mother, my...

I moved out on a Friday. I had signed the lease the day before on the home that would officially separate me from my husband and I felt...

I open the drawer that holds my bathing suits and immediately feel dread. "None of these are going to fit me right now," I say out loud...

Let's start here..I always thought I'd start my story by sharing a moment I knew the marriage was over, some compelling reason why I left, born out of a need for people to be on my side. But the truth of it is my story, our story, started with love. We were barely adults, both in our early twenties, and thought we already had the world figured out.