Melissa Petro

If you missed my weekly column this summer all about getting engaged and planning a wedding, here’s the highlight reel: after doing

Would Sheryl Sandberg be able to get away with leaning in while donning Zuckerberg's signature v-neck T-shirt and jeans? History says no.

Arran and I joke that no one wants to go to a wedding, not really— and maybe that’s true, but (perhaps naively) we had thought of the day as a gift to everyone involved, including ourselves.

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

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

Sometimes the fights I pick with my fiancé are really fights with myself.

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

It's pretty well understood in 12 step programs that "who you see here and what you say here, stays here."

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.

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