When My Daughters Asked If We Were Getting Divorced

I thought breaking cycles meant getting it right every time. It turns out, the work starts when we get it wrong.

Three weeks at the farm. That’s all it took for everything I thought I’d healed to come crashing down.

We were still learning how to live here. Learning the quirks of an old house after years in new construction with its open concept and predictable systems. Here, things broke constantly. Pipes leaked. Doors stuck. The land demanded attention we’d never …