memoir

'The people in this chosen family of mine have shown me that I don’t need to worry so much and that I’m enough as I am. They helped raise me, and are—in many ways—my mothers, too.'

As a teen, the last thing writer Anne T. Donahue wanted to be was like her mother. But as an adult, she’s come to appreciate their relationship in a new way.

After my dad committed our inheritance to a dying farming town of 15 residents, two hours from the nearest airport, we took an epic journey. We discovered way more than a patch of earth.

As I approached my 50th birthday, I know I had to stop being afraid and live my life. It was time I transitioned to my true identity. It was time for me to become a man.

After cancer and a year without shopping, purging and organizing was the next step.