The weekend morning air in our home was thick with the sweet aroma of pancakes. At the dining table
The yacht, the Legacy, was a magnificent white beast, cutting gracefully through the turquoise Caribbean waters.
Women aren’t mysterious—you’re just not really observing. If you take a moment to be quiet and genuinely
Theo and I were married for seven years. I was thirty-four, a graphic artist who worked from home, and
I zipped up my black evening gown, the silk cool against my skin. On the dresser, a vintage Omega watch
But what made it unforgettable wasn’t the vows, or the champagne, or the beautiful arch covered in white roses.
My name is Linda Cooper. I am fifty-seven years old, and until that morning in March, I thought I understood
The husband left his pregnant wife with his mother to dig up potatoes while he went on vacation: but
“A single mom, a half-century of experiences, and a heart full of endless love. Here’s to thriving in my 50s.
I am a single mother. My baby is only a few months old, and since giving birth my body has changed a lot.







