I had a lovely little idea that February would be the perfect month to focus on intimacy, and then I inherited a newborn baby.
We have been walking through difficult things this summer. His words feel redemptive, protective, perfect to me.
I have been thinking wild things. I have been thinking about my understanding of history, which is pretty much like this…
How dare he? This is not the first time he will shave his whiskers for the state, and it will probably not be the last, God forbid.
Dear Fire Hall, You take my husband’s time, and I can share that with you. You capture my husband’s interest, and I can share that too. You divide my husband’s energy, priorities, finances, and obligations, and all this I am willing to share. But now (so that his air mask fits during this month of […]