Learning From Little Women
This weekend, my poor husband's been sick. Friday night, bored—and slightly bummed we weren’t out on a date—I broke my new TV rule, sat on the couch, ate yogurt, and watched Little Women while the rest of the Petersheim household slept. I have
A Simple Way of Living
Years ago, when my husband and I were dating, we went to a reenactment at Land Between the Lakes. It was a warm fall day, and I remember how the sun kindled in my boyfriend’s day-old beard, setting the short
Confessions of a Coffee Addict
After my husband and I became engaged, I knew he had a habit that I would have to break. It was not a really bad habit, as far as bad habits go. But I was unsure of its side-effects. It was rumored to
The Stranger Who Changed Me
At ten years old, I borrowed a book from the library that had mistress in the title. Granted, the cover art featured a gilded carriage reminiscent of Cinderella, with sparkles that flashed in the spokes of the wheels. My mother did