Time For This
A bald eagle screeched in the distance. A derelict silo broke up the horizon’s striated hues of blue, purple, and pink. My boots sunk into the melted slush covering the dirt road. My four-month-old nestled against me, bundled between my
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
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,
We’re Going On A Novelmoon
On Tuesday, my husband and I leave for our novelmoon. What’s a novelmoon, you ask? Well, it’s kind of like a babymoon: a trip a couple takes to reconnect before the birth of their child (my novel, in this case).
Six Ways My Entrepreneur Husband’s Helped My Authorship
The past month, the biggest step my husband and I’ve taken to simplifying our lifestyle is that we’ve sold our outlet grocery store to two members of our family. We still own the building at this point and time, so my husband’s
Embracing Change
Yesterday, our outlet grocery store changed hands. That 11,000 square foot building housed our apartment that was our first love nest. It was where I burned cornbread and pea soup exploded onto the ceiling. Where my poor husband first witnessed my
A Wife First, A Mother Second
This week, I joked with my friend that babies have the ability to tear a marriage apart and put it back together all in the same day. Though “tear apart” may be too dramatic a phrase, my flippant adage would
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