On Finding Love
Kirstin Hotelling Zona
For years after my divorce (and years during my marriage) I felt this nearly unbearable ache. By day, my life was full to brimming; I was creating and growing and caring for and providing, and this richness of doing filled me up. But by night, curled up in my bed, my heart would ache, and I longed for a man—“the man”—that I knew better than to make my answer, my comfort, my medicine, my arrival, my exhale, but nonetheless did.
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