My closet was perfect. It practically glistened at me as I opened the doors, piles of neatly stacked laundry that beckoned at me with its lightly lavendered scent.…
My husband and I successfully restarted our lives together as co-parents by occupying separate residences a number of years ago. Some consider this a failure from a marital…
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 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…