I was one of the millions of women (and men) who marched at The Women’s March this past weekend. While I can get into the many reasons why so many of us took part (and the many reasons people were protesting), this particular march was especially personal for me. Two weeks after Trump was elected, I had a second-trimester abortion. Let me back up. The day after the election, my husband and I got a call from our doctor that no newly pregnant couple wants to hear: the baby had

Whether we like it or not, tomorrow Donald J. Trump will become the 45th President of the United States of America. Deep Breath. Over these past couple of months since the election, I’ve been grappling with the hopelessness I feel over him becoming President. And I know I’m not alone. Forget about the fact that more than half the country didn’t vote for him. There are reports that people who have suffered a traumatic event in their past are especially triggered. And I’ve had

They say that after a year the honeymoon is officially over. I’m not sure who “they” are, and while my Hawaiian Honeymoon was indeed over a year ago now, I kind of feel like my husband and I are just getting started. In some ways, it’s hard to believe it’s been a year since our nuptials; our wedding day still feels so clear in my mind. In other ways, this year has been one of the longest of my life. So much has happened, and not all of it has been good. But, I guess I’m techn

New Year’s Eve has always been one of my favorite holidays, and this was even before it became the night I had an epic first-kiss with my now-husband (that’s right, “When Harry Met Sally” fans, eat your hearts out). I think the idea of saying goodbye to the past and making way for a bright, shiny future filled with endless possibilities holds a certain appeal for many people. It certainly did for this OCD Virgo. What better way to “erase” failures and mistakes of the previous