I warned my husband that I was lousy in the kitchen before we got married. He was hopeful and thought that with practice my skills would improve. When…
When my now-husband and I got married twenty-plus years ago, we had to undergo a few sessions of couples’ counseling with a pastor before we could get married…
A long time ago my boyfriend would bring me a dozen long stem roses on Valentine’s Day. I would proudly put them in a vase for everyone to…
I once had a mental breakdown over a set of ramekins. Of course, this isn’t just a story about bakeware, or even my unnatural attachment to inanimate objects.…
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…