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The arms of a woman
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...

Mel Wolfe
May 285 min read


And then there was me
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...

Mel Wolfe
May 205 min read


Until I shed the weight
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...

Mel Wolfe
May 93 min read


Breaking My Own Silence
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.

Mel Wolfe
Apr 203 min read
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