We’ve all heard the tongue clucking tale of the jittery bride who exchanges her stilettos for sneakers and high-tales it out of the sanctuary before she can even catch a glimpse of her groom’s puppy dog eyes and wanton lips! Perhaps some of us more battle weary brides are no longer clucking our tongues but…
My husband won’t get a pedicure. I’ve begged him to join me for a quick 30-minutes of footwork (pun intended), but he’s laughed me off every time. I have to respect the man that my husband is. Sometimes I’m bossy. I’m the oldest of three children so part of it might stem from my years…
Life was easier with only 700 square feet. The tiny apartment my new husband and I occupied for our first two years hugged us close with cozy spaces and colorful walls. Hospitality was a pain, but we didn’t care. Because we never had to mow the lawn. Sure, the neighbor across the hall died, and…
I remember the night I finally decided to trust Bill’s love for me. A new friend sponsored us to go on a Tres Dias weekend. (You may know it as Walk to Emmaeus.) If you don’t know what this is, I can’t tell you. But I can give you enough details to set up my…
If I’ve heard it once, I’ve heard it a hundred times: Wives are terrified of their husbands driving behaviors. Just a few months ago a couple sat in my office and the wife was almost in tears about the trip from their home to my office. They were running a few minutes late, the husband…
