Why I Didn’t Marry My “Type”

Why I Didn’t Marry My “Type”

“I know why you dress the way you do.” He couldn’t see me roll my eyes in the dark theater. “Oh really, you just know who I am after meeting me last week?” “Yes.” Who does this punk think he is? I fumbled in my purse and...
Dear Husband, I Don’t Know You Yet

Dear Husband, I Don’t Know You Yet

A lilac bush scraped the glass every time the wind danced through its branches, and with each scrape I paused over the list before me. I was leaned against my hope chest in the sunlight, my bible at my elbow, chewing on the end of my pen as I thought carefully over...
What I’d Tell My Daughter On Her Wedding Day

What I’d Tell My Daughter On Her Wedding Day

She’ll be standing there, a flower on her chest, watching me put on my makeup. My bridesmaids will hover and the photographer will click and they will all be helping me, including her. But they only know me now; she knew me before them all. After all, I was her...
Why My Boyfriend Called My Dad

Why My Boyfriend Called My Dad

When I was single, I asked the guys I dated to call my dad once they wanted to make it “official”. Looking back on those years, I asked myself – did this standard really serve me well? The answer is an unwavering “Yes”. I would not do it...
Eight Ways to Love Your Sister

Eight Ways to Love Your Sister

The dim lighting of past years had shielded me from the truth, but there it was in blue and purple: the mark of womanhood. Spider veins. I completed the natural first step:  I screamed. Then the natural second step: I texted my sister: “OMW I HAVE SPIDER VEINS...