This is for all the young ladies out there who are in the early phases of “wifehood” or “shackupness” or whatever. You are in that formative stage where…
I’m laying in bed, mentally gearing myself up for the conversation. I used to worry a lot about how to phrase things correctly, but as this is the…
When we live with a man it takes some time to get used to the not-woman stuff that comes with him. Beard scrapings in the sink, toilet seat…
When I met my husband, I knew very little about him. I ‘d heard that he had “lived.” I didn’t really know what that meant at the time.…
Before I got married, I would hear people refer to “the seven year itch” as if it were some mythical danger to be carefully avoided on pain of…
I ran away from home the other day. No, I didn’t leave with my coloring books and a Barbie. I went in my car, with my purse, the…
I’m sure most wives know that it’s March Madness. You know, the time where your husband spends more precious moments on a basketball bracket than with his family…
Tonight I sat in the Panera Bread parking lot for 2.5 hours after they had closed. What was I doing in my car for 2.5 hours on a Friday night? I was catching up on a week’s worth of texts, I was googling cotton candy makers and woodland decorations for my son’s 4th birthday party,
Being married is a shitload of hard work. You walk down the aisle and commit yourself to someone for life assuming everything will feel like it does at…
I drive a beige minivan and have an impressive collection of equally beige granny panties. Sexy, right? My marriage is like a bowl of caramel pudding: sweet, predictable, a little boring. If my marriage were an ice cream, it would be vanilla – no sprinkles . We’re not a kinky couple. Neither of us had a