Dear Future Husband, I’m not waiting. Did you freak out a little bit? If you grew up in certain American Christian subcultures, your mind probably jumped to that awkward night in youth group where all the girls and guys were separated for “the talk.” Chances are you came out of that night with some sort…
The Valentine’s Day confession you’ve all been waiting for: It’s hard being single. The real confession I’ve been waiting to make: What’s harder than simply being single is being single at church. There, I said it. I mean, I get it. Biblical marriage is good and it’s wonderful and it’s ordained by God and it should be…
Dear Future Husband, You do not complete me. And I do not complete you. As much as I would love for you to be Tom Cruise (plus Jesus, minus whatever religion he’s into now, the paparazzi, and subpar acting—is he really still making movies?!) in Jerry Maguire and have you burst through my door declaring…
Dear Future Husband, I want your brains. Not to eat; I’m not a zombie. Actually, I’m hoping 2015 is the year we get to be done with zombies. But in a two-heads-are-better-than-one kind of way. Exhibit A—Trivia What? You know what’s really not fair when you’re single? Trivia Crack. Married people have twice the brain…
Dear Future Husband, I don’t care if you can tell the difference between M&Ms and Skittles. Unless, that is, I’ve been given a sick and twisted Russian Roulette form of trail mix where the colored candies might be chocolate, or they might not be. This is just wrong, and I’ll need your help. But other…
