Giving Up My “Cool Mom” Card
Five years ago, my husband and I declared that we would never—under any circumstance—be one of those couples who cave after a few children and purchase a minivan. This past Wednesday, my husband and I journeyed through the snow and
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
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,