Melissa Petro

It's time to talk substantively and honestly about how sex work isn't any one thing.

My relationship with my father was never father-daughter picnics. Maybe when I was very little — or maybe this is less a memory and more of a wish — I have an image of myself as a very little girl sitting on my father’s lap, and we are both laughing. Perhaps my father enjoyed fatherhood when his children were very little, but that joy seemed to curdle into constant frustration as my brother and I grew up.

How do you break up with a best friend?

The other day on Facebook, one of my friends remarked that I was a “later-in-life” bride.

The biggest fashion mistake of my lifetime may not be what I wore, but what I didn’t.

If you watch TV and movies hoping to be emotionally moved or intellectually challenged, you know that means you’ll some

There was nothing easy about recovery, but it helped that living the trainwreck lifestyle had stripped me of everything. Within sixteen months, I was unemployed with no job prospects, barely scraping through my last semester at school. I was drinking every day. Sex with classmates had led to casual encounters which bottomed out at trading sex for cash, something I spent a whole lot of time justifying.

Mark prayed to Saint Francis, a patron saint of drunks and (according to Mark) lost causes. Mark wasn’t religious, but he wore a St. Francis amulet around his neck, a gift from his father. Nights when he didn’t come home, I prayed to St. Francis, too.

For any couples thinking about moving in together, I thought I’d share my Dos and Don’ts, and how my husband and I are making my small and unattractive (but inexpensive!) apartment work for our family.

Sure, "friends forever" sounds nice. In theory. But sometimes it's better that two people just not be friends.