True Love’s Not Always Pretty
Three Valentine's ago, my husband and I discovered that our daughter was footling breech a week before her due date. We spent that night with bags of frozen peas on my massive belly, elephant walking around the house, playing Beethoven,
Why Amy Glass Is Wrong
You will never have the time, energy, freedom or mobility to be exceptional if you have a husband and kids. ~Amy Glass This is the only sentence of Amy Glass’ inflammable article, "I Look Down On Young Women With Husbands And
Reconciling Honeymoon Expectations With Marriage Bliss
Whoever says honeymoons create a state of suspended bliss hasn’t been on one in a while. I was barely twenty-two when I married. My husband, on the other hand, celebrated his twenty-ninth birthday flying back from our honeymoon in Kauai,
Sunday Morning Breakfast
My husband came into the kitchen and opened the window above the sink. He closed the cupboard doors, put my melting stick of butter on a plate, and tapped the volume down on my laptop, which was blaring the novel,
Anchored With Love
My husband led the pack, and I followed. My younger brother was sandwiched between us and our parents. We hugged the bike path that ran parallel with traffic. The ocean flowed on the left; closed ice-cream shops and bakeries with
The Beauty of “Sometimes”
I'm just going to be honest. Sometimes I play opossum, so my husband will get up and rock our ten-month-old child back to sleep. Sometimes when she's crying, rather than comforting her, for a moment I want to close the bedroom door and
Better Late Than Never
At 8:45 on Saturday morning, my husband’s Jeep lurched to a halt in our driveway. He came inside. I was seated at the counter in my terry-cloth bathrobe, feeding our nine-month-old her daily cereal and prunes. “Aren’t you supposed to—a go?” he said,