Stephanie Longo

I wrote a goodbye letter to him, sealed it in a bottle, and threw it in the Saint Lawrence River. As I watched that bottle go up into the sky, I felt a freedom in my soul that I never experienced before. I was able to let go of the hurt and the pain and, from that day on, I was able to start living again.

My 35th birthday found me very raw from the breakup of a long-term relationship and living at home with a mother who loves to ask, “When am I going to be a grandmother?”