Love + Marriage

I feel like I am a pretty good at keeping up with house hold chores. I vacuum regularly (although one of the main reasons I have dogs is so I don’t have to clean up all the food my...

So, here’s the deal: getting divorced stinks. The end. Even those couples who have amicable divorces (I’m told they exist) would tell you it stinks. No one ever dreams of getting divorced one day. Before my own experience, I had...

Before I had children, I always thought that conquering infertility would make me feel empowered and strong. I imagined throwing a party with banners explicitly telling infertility what I thought about it. I’d invite my support system and we...

I love my husband. He’s my best friend, my confident, and the person I want to fall asleep next to most nights (when I’m not having one of those episodes where I’m overly hot and not admitting that it...

Let’s just say that 2014 was an interesting year for me. And, by interesting, I mean, “Dear God, please don’t let me have another year like that any time soon.” Less than two months after giving birth to my...

As someone born in 1978 I have always lumped myself in with Generation X. But apparently the group of us born between 1977 and 1983 just don't quite fit the mold of Generation X. Nor do we fit with...

I grinned cheekily at my husband, his golden hair mussed, his cheeks slightly flushed from the exertion of moments earlier. I looked at the clock. Yep. We were going to be late again. We repeated this drill nearly every Sunday...

I was driving to the grocery store with my husband’s daughter one morning. He wasn’t actually my husband then, and she was a squeaky-voiced elementary school girl who was with us for her weekend visitation. It was summer in...

  This story is, unfortunately, not rare. It is not specifically different or worse than anyone else's. This story is one you may have even heard before - or experienced yourself. One of frustration and pain and hurt and loss....

I am one of those “working moms” you hear about on TV. You know, the kind that gets up at a God-forsaken hour, goes into the bathroom, carefully lights her hair on fire, yells at her one thousand children to...