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I teach, so I am used to people asking me questions about things.  When I walk into a classroom, I carry under my arm the assumption that I know what I'm talking about.  Sometimes, students are s

The other day I was faced with an unusual remark: “You don’t look like a divorcee.”

In the six months that I knew him before his diagnosis, my contact with him was mostly by phone.

Can a house make a political statement? I think all homes do. How we live is how we think.

Last night, I had a dream about my former spouse, and he was old.  In my imagination, I had aged him perfectly.  The skin, the hair, the body, all perfectly fast forwarded about twenty-five years

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The moment I knew I should leave my husband was not some major event, a cataclysmic fight,a  horrid familial dysfunction moment that would make things easy to just go.  There was no abuse, no scr

Recently, while sitting at a neighb