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...
Obsessing Over Love
The whole world seems obsessed with love. The music industry, Hollywood, and thousands of years of...
From Winter to Spring
My young son, looking out the window at dark dead trees against a foggy gray sky, uttered this...
Learning to Speak Marriage Again
I have magic feel-good fingernails. I know this because my late husband, David, told me so. Every...
Hollywood Lies About Love
“They kiss, and kiss again. When they do finally pull apart, it’s with a new knowledge. They...