I’m Not a Nag … Am I?

I’m Not a Nag … Am I?

I’ll never forget the first time my husband accused me of being a nag. To hear that word come out of his mouth was upsetting, even disturbing. In my newlywed mind, I thought I would never end up like that … and so soon after our wedding, too! I don’t...
I’m Glad They Stayed Together

I’m Glad They Stayed Together

Everyone was particularly chatty the night my husband and I went to my parents’ house for dinner. The pre-dinner conversation was filled with stories from years gone by. We brought up a bunch of “remember whens,” and we all enjoyed reminiscing and bonding together as...
The Family Album

The Family Album

I sometimes wonder why I love my camera so much. I have so many pictures in my house I literally don’t know what to do with them all, and yet I keep snapping pictures. One night, after about two years of marriage, my husband, David, and I were looking for some...
Finding my ‘Boaz’

Finding my ‘Boaz’

When my husband, David, died in a terrible car accident in 2010, I grew close to my mother-in-law, Joy, who shared my grief, not only for her son, but for her own husband, who had died 30 years prior.  Our stories mirrored each other—both widowed in our 30s,...
Will You be Here for Me?

Will You be Here for Me?

My five-year-old son looked at me in defiance. Ben did not like his new stepdad ruining his life—watching his TV, making rules in his house. When I didn’t jump to appease my little boy’s angst, he roared, “You love him more than you love me!” My heart gasped. At...