I reached inside my purse for my wallet, to see, I suppose, if an angel had miraculously tucked a fifty into one of its pockets. I knew I hadn’t, sure as death and taxes.
This is the stage that all of Shari’s thinking blog readers have been dreading for years, when her humor and good sense desert her and she disintegrates into dramatic, navel-gazing grief for weeks on end.
We marked fifteen years this month, with a four-day stay in an apartment made from sparkling surfaces we hadn’t cleaned.
I never considered myself a fearful person, but with growing responsibility has come growing anxiety. Surely if I worry enough, it will help somehow…
When I awake early on Valentine’s Day I am alone It takes a moment to remember why. Oh yes. Early ministers’ meeting. Often at night I wake to find him gone Or wake to find him returning. I expect him to be warm, come from checking on the kids Or using the bathroom But […]
One of the reasons I’ve been thinking about marriage so much is that I was asked to write a guest post on Bethany Eicher‘s blog about “How We Met” – the story of Ryan and I. So if you’re in the mood for a romantic story, not too sappy I hope, and not without its […]