I love spring—it’s then my favorite flowers bloom, the ones my grandmother knew how to grow into wild abandon, the shameless grand dames of any garden, the exploding irises and peonies that render other spring flowers wallflowers by comparison. But it still hits a bittersweet note for me, because I . . .

This blog started because I was writing about hockey. I went to the Erma Bombeck Writers' Workshop in 2016 at my alma mater, excited to talk to anyone who would listen about the best game in the world. Instead, women kept asking me what I was wearing. I was wandering around in my normal attire, and . . .