Mary Shelley, like many of us, had to find a way to continue living in the face of overwhelming grief.

More and more women are living alone and single. Not because they want to necessarily, but because their hearts have been bruised...

In these colder months, the landscape models a different truth: stillness is not discomfort. It's a deep, necessary pause.

Everyone keeps saying 'You'll meet someone when you least expect it' and, to be honest, all this does is get on my nerves.

He was always my favorite villain, not because of his chaos but because of the humanity in his pain.