A Hand to Hold When I Grow Old

A Hand to Hold When I Grow Old

My husband and I went on a date to a local dinner theater. Before the show, our stage host made some welcoming remarks and then announced birthdays and anniversaries. A couple at the table just ahead of us waved when their names were called—Mr. and Mrs. Daugherty....
I Needed to Know He Loved Me

I Needed to Know He Loved Me

I used to be so polite when my husband and I were first married, “Excuse me, Sweetheart …” and “Please, Dear, would you … .”  It was easy for my husband to love me then. But during one recent argument, I wondered when I learned to be so hateful toward my spouse. I...