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As I planned my wedding, I knew that I didn’t want a sweetheart neckline or a tea-length hem. I vowed to have a wedding that felt personal, modern and authentic.

After years of being single, I was having a romantic comedy moment with my friend-approved, nerdy-cute match. I didn't pick up on any red flags.

I swiped through dating apps seeking a sense of normalcy after my brother's death. A former Angeleno living in New Orleans seemed special.

I was married for three decades, and I can honestly say that being single at this point in my life is an unalloyed blessing.

I met one of my exes on Grindr. He was an astrological match, and our Virgo/Taurus vibes were palpa­ble. But was that enough for a real relationship to bloom?

I flew back to my husband, brushing off the night with Anthony as harmless flirting. But every time I remembered his fingers against my leg, an electric surge swept my body.

I started a conversation with her in a chat room. She was witty and had razor-sharp quips, parrying every attempt at deeper connection with playful defiance.

I met a wonderful, kind and handsome Marine via a dating app. I wanted to spend my life with him. But our relationship suddenly changed.

My broken engagement crushed my hope. Could a solo birthday pilgrimage to the Mt. Wilson Observatory be the adventure I needed to restore my wounded heart?

I hadn’t thought about him in 25 years until his email arrived. On our second date, he told me that he had adored me since we were teenagers.