This week, we hear from a reader whose friend is being abused. She asks, "Is there anything I can do to help her get away from this terrible man while also protecting myself?"
Grief is love’s souvenir. It’s our proof that we once loved. Grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world: Look! Love was once mine. I love well. Here is my proof that I paid …
Co-parenting is tough. This week, we hear from a reader whose ex-spouse disparages her to their children. Speaking from her own experience, Birdie advises this heart-broken and fed up mama.
Let these experiences break you wide open. I know that it feels like death at times. And it is. It's the death of who you were as your newer, wiser, braver self emerges.