A love letter to old friends and a New city. It was my first Thanksgiving away from my family. I was living in a tiny Brooklyn apartment with a man I loved and had only known for two years. We had gotten married on August 30th, took our friend’s beat…

The hospital social worker looked my husband and I in the eyes. Our bloodshot, tired, wet eyes. “You had no control over his death. But you do have control over what else will die with it. Don’t let that be your marriage if you don’t want it to be.” This…

There are your people Those people You know the ones The responders of your calls The ones who casually say Don’t worry We’ve got this We’ll make it work, I promise The meal makers and bringers of coffee The errand runners and doers of laundry The last minute sleepover creators The…

The Extraordinary Ordinary The extraordinary ordinary, these things we all do. This birthing of life and grieving it too. These extraordinary things. These impossible insane I can’t believe I did this things. These common happen every day around the world ordinary kind of things. The extraordinary ordinary, these things we all do. This birthing of…

Should I get bangs? Or maybe a tattoo? I think I’m mad at my husband? For what again? The dirty socks on the floor? Yes, that’s it. The fight we had two years ago? Oh right, that too. I’m hungry Or at least I think that’s what this is? This pain in…

I know what these mothers want because I’ve been one — The other day, a friend asked me what she could do for her friend who had just lost their baby. I’ve been asked this before, so I said what I normally do: “Just be there for her” and “maybe make her a meal.” Here’s what I really wanted to say: …