My grandmother was getting married for the third time — to her former brother-in-law, of all people. I didn’t expect to envy them.
For a struggling mother and daughter, a New Year’s Eve eviction leads to confusion, courage and grace.
We met on the train, married and had two boys who resembled him. I had no idea how much that resemblance would rebuild me.
He was over 70. I was 22. We both loved Fran Lebowitz. What was I doing on the back of his motorcycle?
After more than five decades together, a lack of conversation leads to a divided house and a “gray divorce.”
The loss of a loved one can complicate family math.
My parents wanted only the best for me. That was the problem.
Sometimes it’s the uneventful stretches of marriage that can be the real stress test.
My father’s midlife transition taught me that if life is about change, love is about constancy.
How can a spurned lover make his case? In this essay — the first Modern Love column ever published, exactly 15 years ago — one writer counts the ways.