Conventional wisdom tells us we'll only be happier after a divorce if the marriage itself was a war zone.

I don't know if my mother was a narcissist - or bi-polar or borderline. Those were words she tossed around over the years.

Your heart is the size of your fist; keep loving, keep fighting.

It is a great paradox and a great injustice that writers write because we fear death and want to leave something indestructible in our wake and, at the same time, are drawn to all the things that kill: whiskey and cigarettes, unprotected sex, and deep-fried burritos.

When you study postpartum depression, there is a very clear understanding that in communities where you see more support, there is less depression.

My own habit had always been to write about the things that ticked me off in a given day. If I kept a journal at all, I kept it to vent.

Nourish the world with your words, yo.