Something Bit Him The Husband stops me in the hallway. “I’ve got ticks in my bed,” he says. Maybe he wants to abandon the guestroom and return to the bedroom formerly known as ours. That’s how I think during our divorce.  He looks up from his smartphone. “A whole mess of them.” He shifts the suitcase strapContinue reading “Something Bit Him”


We Were a Party of Two, but Never Quite Alone

Modern Love, New York Times During our four months of dating, he had asked me repeatedly to move in with him. Now, with a smile, he was asking again. “I want to talk to a few of your exes,” I said. His smile faded. “You can choose who,” I said. “Anyone you’ve been with sixContinue reading “We Were a Party of Two, but Never Quite Alone”