It’s hard to stash a shopping bag of secret contents into a closet from the early 1900’s. These closets are sometimes wide but never deep. Stash it low and the bag peeked out from behind disheveled shoes. Stash it high and my six-foot man was sure to be eye-level. I heard footsteps in the hall…
My marriage vows were no longer enough. I writhed on the basement floor drenched in sweat and tears. “I love you, God and I take my vows seriously, but…seriously, God?” I prayed. “I can’t do this. I can’t take it anymore. I’m so alone. My husband hasn’t touched me at all in weeks. He’s so…
Our love story really isn’t very different from yours. We met. We hit it off. In a very short time, we knew we would end up marrying each other. We had a very intentional courtship, because when one of you is in the military, you seriously don’t have time to waste. Ten months later, we…
We’ve all heard the tongue clucking tale of the jittery bride who exchanges her stilettos for sneakers and high-tales it out of the sanctuary before she can even catch a glimpse of her groom’s puppy dog eyes and wanton lips! Perhaps some of us more battle weary brides are no longer clucking our tongues but…
My husband started dying six months before our wedding. Dying, yes, in the way of all flesh. As in the way a newborn begins to age after its first breath. The way the sticker price on a new car plummets as soon as you drive it off the lot. The way tender green leaves turn,…
