Jenny Splitter

My first low-carb diet seemed like a miracle at the outset, but it ended badly when I found myself at a wedding reception eating countless pieces of discarded cake from the garbage can (ahem).

My mom was in her late forties when she began to develop headaches and stomachaches so severe she sometimes couldn’t get out of bed.

This past fall, I decided to stop worrying about the absence of my belief and allow myself the communal experience of prayer. I enjoy it, not because I believe in God, but because I enjoy the ritual.