Love is indeed a many splendored thing.
As I sat down to write this article , I considered how supremely unqualified I am on the subject. I have a perpetual layer of sticky crumbs on my keyboard. I never have a pen, snack bar, or band-aid when I need one. I am a trial-and-error, work-in-progress. Fallible and wise and complicated as the next person reading this. I’ve only ever experienced life in my body with the circumstances given— and the only person I feel capable of advising is younger me (though who honestly knows if she’d ask).