How utterly perfect this anniversary was for the place we are in our lives. We’d planned a quiet dinner alone. Takeout and a movie like always, because that’s how emotionally depleted we are. We can’t even be bothered to get dressed (that’s more me) and leave to go to dinner. The movie usually turns into ...
My husband is more powerful and spiritual than the world will ever know. He’s a sleeper agent for Good. He’s the ultimate zen master, a person who has no idea the ripple effect they create just by existing on this earth. I have been with my husband for almost nine years, and have loved him every ...
My husband’s been away for a week and I want to go ahead say this out loud: I hope he never decides to cheat on me or die, because I will never leave him. It’s not necessarily the work of having the kids all week without him; I tag out with my dad in the ...
I might have mentioned before that when I first met my husband, we independently began writing in journals, letters to each other. We each needed a place where we could record our feelings from day to day without saying too much too soon. We wrote in these journals in secret, as a surprise for each ...
For the last several days I’ve been lost in my past, not in the profoundly uncomfortable way that I’m used to, but more like I imagine the end of my life will be like; my days filled with movies of my life. Every song I rediscover has a memory attached. Every old picture I come ...