Sushi, talk radio, and Fox News. All things my husband Ted enjoyed when we got married. Me…not so much. If given the choice, I preferred a visit to the dentist over watching Bill O’Reilly or reading a thread on Free Republic. And raw fish, well, unlike Ted and Tolkien’s Gollum, I didn’t care for food…
It was five summers ago. The lazy mid-day warmth of June filled the window-framed room at our local library. The chilly air of spring was behind us. Emotionally, it had been a difficult few months. The responsibilities of daily life held a strong grasp on my husband Ted’s attention. And whether reality agreed with me…
I gasped. Surely, the email I’d just received was a hoax. My then-fiancé, now-husband, Ted hadn’t really intervened in a work-related issue for me, had he? Gulp! — He had. The day before, I’d shown Ted the cover art for a video project I was producing for my boss. As a professional designer himself, he…
I sipped my salted Haitian latte and listened as my friend Annie confided the concerns and excitements she had about her budding relationship with Chris. While I wasn’t officially her mentor, Annie often turned to me – a woman with ten years of life and almost a decade of marriage on her — for advice…
