It’s likely this all sounds very selfish. And in some ways, it is. When you’re prone to holiday depression, though, the next few weeks are often distilled to basic survival. I don’t remember exactly when I started to hate Christmas; I know it wasn’t always that way. My parents’ divorce was a contributing factor: my […]
At 41 years old, I have finally realized: I am the grown up now. A grown woman with my own family, small as we may be, I don’t have to wait for permission to be happy. Every year, when discussing the coming holidays, inevitably someone I know offers up a variation of the same tribal […]
“If I were the kind of person who could believe, I would believe.” I have been an atheist—at first, secretly, from about age 12, and then openly from my mid-20s on—long enough to know that there will always be times when I wish I still had God. I feel the absence of faith most profoundly […]
