Melissa Petro

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

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.

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

Especially if you’re a woman, people assume you’re hungry for a man.

Want to work responsibly on the issue of sex trafficking? Here’s some of what you should know.

"Certainly, my life as an alcoholic was not what most would imagine. I was a writer, living in the West Village of New York City, enrolled in a prestigious graduate program and working on a book. At least, this was my cover story."

Teaching sex ed the right way doesn’t have to be weird or hard.

So, I got an email from my brother yesterday telling me that he’s not coming to the wedding. “I want to be there,” he writes, “I really do, but the idea of being consigned to [our mother and her boyfriend’s] care for the duration of the trip is driving me mad. You know, the whole lack of autonomy and being on someone else's time and all that.”

How do you break up with a best friend?

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