Trends n Tales

My daughter Abby turned eight last weekend. She’d been counting down for days, talking about the cake, the balloons, and which friends from school were coming. Abby’s the kind of kid who…

The day my husband left me, he didn’t slam the door. I think that would have been easier. My mother used to say that a slammed door is anger, and anger is…

That Sunday began the way all my Sundays had for 10 years. I stood by the front door with my keys in one hand and talked to my wife the way lonely…

The autumn light slanted gold through my kitchen window, and the house was so quiet I could hear the old clock ticking down the hall. I had been spending my afternoons this…

I loved my mother deeply. But never had a father. When I was little and Father’s Day came around, I felt lost. My mother, Margaret, would just say, “It’s always been you…

When I was five years old, my aunt Marie sat me down at her kitchen table, slid a plate of toast in front of me, and told me something that shaped my…

I was thirty-five, unemployed, with a weird résumé even I had stopped believing in.. I turned into my own shadow. From a successful designer… to a woman who couldn’t get past the…

I was 19 years old, and by then, I already thought I understood what tired felt like. I worked the late shift at a small gas station outside Baltimore, the kind of…

It was the kind of October rain that comes sideways and means business. I had been in New York for two days for a conference, and my husband, Daniel, was flying in…

My daughter didn’t cry when Clara combed through her curls. She didn’t cry when the pink cape snapped around her neck, or when Clara called her “princess” and spun the salon chair…