Essays

I did everything I was supposed to, and I still was diagnosed with breast cancer at age 34. Here’s what I learned.

Since having my first child years ago, my body has made an abundance of breast milk — and it's never stopped.

My dad didn’t stick around to see his dreams realized. I need to reach mine for him, and me, and our family.

I was walking to a work event with colleagues when all of a sudden I realized I couldn’t keep up.

You’ve all been asking — here’s my response. Plus, an update about how it’s going with the widower.

As signs of aging appear, I feel the same impulse she did to “fix” them. But maybe I can find a way to accept the changes as they come, without judging her for not being able to do that.

After my mother’s unexpected death, I was lost. Then her best friend stepped in. 

Sometimes life has to go terribly wrong before it can go right.

And as an author, sometimes your characters figure things out before you do.

I will never forget going to the hospital that day and finding my husband in a room, a specter of the man I had once known.