I don’t know exactly when it clicked. There was no thunderbolt of truth that knocked me over, no gut-wrenching epiphany. It was slower than that. Sneakier. A quiet, steady unraveling of trust between my exes and me—a trust I didn’t even realize was critical until it was long gone.

At first, I could...

When my first marriage ended, I thought being liked was the most important thing.

I twisted myself into knots trying to make my ex like me. I wanted my friends and family to see me as the “good” one. I even tried to convince my kids that everything was fine—even though it wasn’t.

It didn’t work.

When my first marriage ended, it was like a bomb had gone off inside me. I was shattered into a million pieces, Humpty Dumpty slurping on a latte, drifting down the grocery aisle, going through the motions of living a life. I was 35, the mother of a toddler, and so lost I could barely put on a pair ...

Women constantly ask me how I do it. 

They want to know why I choose to hang out with my exes and their partners even when the kids aren’t around. And how I handle the complexity of different households and diverging dreams and so many cooks in the kitchen. (I live for these questions, btw!) Before...

My two kids have different fathers. We’re each partnered with other people giving each of my boys two parents and two bonus parents. For years we’ve been co-parenting peacefully, often happily. 

I often think of a photo of us from a trip we all took to Guatemala, where my younger son’s stepmother h...

If you had told me 6 years ago that I'd be happily co-parenting with the fathers of my children and our respective partners, I would have laughed out loud. Or cried. There was lots of crying back then. 

Now here we are, actually laughing together, at holidays and our kids’ graduations and birthday ...