I won’t deny that I am on a few social media networks, but I can admit that I am getting tired of people, good people and especially men, posting inappropriate material on their walls or pages. I’m at a point where it’s pretty simple to explain. It doesn’t matter how you are affiliated with me,…
There is a large, white-paned window in our dining room. It looks out into a wide tree-lined courtyard that is brilliant during each season. Our dining table is near the window, the very table where I am sitting at now. In this autumn and springtime months (the winter is too cold and the summer is…
It’s a scene that has happened more than once around my house. Feeling tired, I get snippy with my husband James. I give short answers and huff and puff about the smallest inconveniences. If this general irritability persists for more than ten minutes, James will say these magic words: You need to take a nap….
“You are not my number one anymore.” I sighed, and after saying this turned away from my husband to stare blindly out the passenger window. “I don’t think about you first, but really, I don’t even think about you anymore.” I fussed with the zipper on my sweatshirt, aware that tears threatened to roll down…
For a talky-mctalkson like myself, going to premarital counseling was heaps of fun. What could be better than hours and hours of talking about us, understanding us, building us-skills, and all under the watchful and loving eye of a mentor? A few weeks into it, a friend asked how premarital counseling was going. “Aren’t you…
