Jenny: You know one. You love one. You are one.

Selling the place we called home was our final blow.

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My grandmother told me I wasn’t allowed to cry.

Did they think teens could just take care of themselves?

They still saw me as who I was before I became a mother.

The Devil Wears Prada 2 makes us long for one of our generation’s most beloved archetypes.

A stock photo causes a stir.

It was my birthday, and oh yes, I wanted to cry about it.

Get a room.

And that doesn’t mean they just got divorced.

Finding fortitude when sickness is waiting in the wings.

My grandmother’s recipe book belongs to me, her food belonged to everyone who loved her.

Midlife Cheerleading Was Not on My Bingo Card

Picture Bring It On, but a whole lot less bitchy.

Why are the women always to blame?

Even though she didn’t have the words for it in the ’80s, our writer deeply felt how much representation mattered.