Women are done raising men we didn’t give birth to. The thing about being suddenly single in your mid-30s is...
Healing doesn’t always look quiet or composed. Sometimes it’s messy and loud and a little ridiculous. But if you’re lucky, it’s also shared. Held. Witnessed.
I didn’t make any grand resolutions this year. Just this: to keep choosing myself. To move through the world with clarity, softness, and steel.
This column won’t always be about romance, but it will always be about connection.
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