My Life and Times

If you are meant to be a hockey fan, this will feel like kissing someone and having that kiss take. If you are meant to be a hockey fan, he will suddenly renovate your heart.

You die the way you live; you divorce the way you live. When, in 1990, my parents filed for joint custody of me, they thought they were doing something without clear precedent. They didn’t know any other divorced couples who split time with their kids equally. They saw themselves as charting new territory, distributing their child (me) in a manner that enacted their deep commitments to feminism and shared labor.