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Dear Wendy
Dear Wendy

Essays

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

Little Joanie May is 11 weeks old today and rapidly aging out of the sweet newborn stage. I remember this age with Jackson really well; it was probably when I felt the worst, actually. Two and half months of sleep deprivation had caught up with me while the novelty of a brand new baby was… Read more

Happy News

In early November, about a week before we moved into our new apartment — the bigger, three-bedroom apartment our family could grow into regardless of whether we remained just the three of us or were lucky enough to add a fourth Condellberry to the mix — we grabbed some dinner at Shake Shack one evening… Read more

The following essay is written by guest contributor, Gina D. I met James during our mutual friend’s graduation party at a park the day after I finished high school in May, 2013. After everyone else at the party left, he and I hung around, talking and laughing until very late. We saw each other again… Read more