5.4.22
The Story That Saved Me: On Writing My Way Out of a Life That No Longer Felt Like Mine
The clouds were dark over the ocean as I sat next to my husband on a beach chair in Mexico. I’d been feeling a vague sort of apprehension all weekend, and now it was Sunday, the day before we were supposed to fly home. The approaching storm struck me as an appropriate ending to the four-day vacation we’d taken to celebrate my thirty-ninth birthday. We’d bickered through most of it. And now forty was coming for me. Black clouds seemed about right.