What I Learned When I was Single When I was twenty-four years old, I became a divorced woman. I had been married for four and a half years and in relationship with this man/ boy since I was eighteen. Getting…
I was 28 years old, living in a studio on Beacon Street in Boston, divorced for four years and miserable. I cried in the shower every morning, struggled to go to work, I couldn’t do the dishes, take out the…
I have a client who says to me every now and again, “I wish I had your life. You always seem so happy.” I smile and think about some of the “discussion” I have had with my husband or that…