Dear Wendy
Dear Wendy

Essays

I first noticed it shortly after Joanie was born. As is typical of the postpartum period, my hair started falling out right when my baby turned four months old. I remembered it when Jackson was a baby, too, and the women in my new moms group all talked about this unpleasant side effect of new… Read More

Me, with my family, on my 40th birthday and on Jackson’s first day of kindergarten. The topic of aging is probably not too far from most of our minds on any given week. How could it not be when we are bombarded with societal messages, from advertisements to doctors’ advice, about getting older and how… Read More

The following essay is a guest post written by Emily Morris, whose previous guest essays can be read here, here,here, and here. I was twenty-five when I went to the no-kill cat shelter in town and met the cat who lived in the office there. He had been there for a year, and the first… Read More

As a kid, I moved around a lot. And when I wasn’t moving, everyone else around me was. Such was the life of a quasi-military brat. I didn’t like it — losing friends all the time, always saying good-bye, starting over. Over and over. This was all before social media and Skype and FaceTime. This… Read More

I’ve been seeing a lot of letters lately from women who are concerned about “looking bad,” most recently in this column and this forum post. When they talk about “looking bad,” they don’t mean aesthetically-speaking, the way some of us might be concerned about our appearance (which is a whole other conversation about the way… Read More