“The two of you—together—raise a lot of red flags for me.” My eyes shifted from the man behind to the desk to my boyfriend, and back to the man behind the desk. I doubt this gentleman could tell you the name of my two-year-old son, or even guess my favorite ethnic food, but he had…
My husband, Bill, and I have this thing we sometimes say to each other. It doesn’t seem like a big deal, but it’s one of those habitual, intentional refrains we’ve chiseled into the foundation of our marriage. We don’t write it, we say it… but if we did write it down, and if archeologists were…
Some days my battle weary husband straggles in the front door with brooding eyes, slumped shoulders, and a defeated countenance. The world beats him up and tosses him around unmercifully. Condemning voices have taken up residence in his head. Negative circumstances and pesky people war against my man and rob him of energy, joy, and…
I fielded a range of questions right after I got engaged. Some were about my wedding colors. Some were about the dress I hadn’t even bought yet or the date that hadn’t been set, but then I had a few people ask me how I knew I was ready for marriage. Unfortunately, there aren’t three…
