No Oreos Required

IT’S HARD TO START AGAIN.

And yet here I am, less than a year to 40, with a brand-new, shiny adjective to describe me. Divorced. A word I am all too familiar with from childhood. By the time I was 11, my parents were each in their third marriage, and I was well aware that the only way to hide my heartbreak was by regularly devouring a box of Oreos. I could have sworn I had shaken this unbecoming habit, yet