Here’s an embarrassing fact I’m choosing to share publicly — mostly because I know I’m not alone and partly because laughing at myself feels healthier than crying in my closet. I have two closets. Walk-in closets. Plus a dresser. All full of clothes. And yet everything is bursting at ...

I think it’s time for a small confession. I might have a problem. Not the kind that requires an intervention — unless that intervention involves someone gently taking the remote out of my hand and suggesting I go outside. I’m talking about shows. Favorite shows. Comfort shows. The ...

Ever find yourself in other places in the world — or even just neighboring states — when the weather is not the best? Rain pouring down like the sky cracked open, snow blanketing the earth in that deceptively quiet way, or temperatures so frigid it doesn’t matter how covered you are, ...

I’ll start with a confession: I can absolutely be that person. You know the one. In “Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood,” there’s a line where someone says she likes to chew on a problem until all the flavor is gone — and then stick it in her hair. That’s me. I will think ...

No one hands you a guidebook for what comes after you tell people something big. There’s no flowchart. No suggested scripts. No “if this, then say that” instructions. What you get instead is a wide range of well-meaning responses that somehow all manage to feel slightly off. Not wrong ...

If you’ve read this column for any length of time, you know this already: When I write, you are rarely getting the version of me that has everything neatly processed and packaged. You’re usually getting me mid-thought, mid-feeling, mid-trying-to-figure-it-out. Unfortunately — or ...