Stories

I’ve been doing Swedish death cleaning with my mom-in-law for the past few years. It's not morbid. In fact, it's downright fun and life-affirming.

My husband and I have spent several months each year living with his 85-year-old mom. It works better than most people might imagine.

Here are some of the “secrets of success” that my 84-year-old mother-in-law has taught me about living life to the fullest.

It's not a tradition we planned on, but as remote workers with no kids or pets, we love the spontaneity of going wherever our mood takes us.

I'm a nervous flyer and my husband's big and tall, so on this long-haul flight, we splurged. And oh, how we loved being first class all the way.

Going on a yearly cross-country road trip to live with my mom-in-law has become a favorite tradition for me and my husband.

We planned a month in San Sebastian, Spain, drawn by its food scene, Basque culture, and seaside charm. Instead, we cut our trip short and packed up.

These trips with my father-in-law have taken us across breathtaking landscapes, but their real impact has been on our relationship.

My husband and I often walk through cemeteries. Some people think it's morbid, but we don't. Here's why we love our cemetery walks.

I've just taken the train from Paris to Bordeaux. It’s the first time in a month that I'm not in the City of Light. Here's why I'm both elated and deflated.

My husband and I visited the "Pink City" and enjoyed its rosy-colored buildings and youthful vibrancy, but I'm in no rush to go back.

Twenty years before "Love Is Blind" even existed, my husband and I got engaged without ever seeing each other. Here's our origin story.

Years after my Dad died, I still find it impossible to grasp the permanence of this reality. When you experience the death of a loved one, you not only lose the person, but you also lose a piece of who you were before the loss.

It's hard to believe my Dad died. The initial shock and emotional fog of my Dad's death have subsided, but grieving is a journey that I'm continually working my way through — and there is no finish line. 

Whether you’re in your teens, 20s, 30s, 40s or beyond, the reality is that we all are getting older. I think the real question is: Are we getting old? Here's why getting older is not what you think.

My Dad passed away. I knew it would come one day, just not so soon. But rather than focus on the pain and the profound void, I choose to celebrate my father and what he meant to me and all those who met him.