Confessions of a Young Widow
Not long ago, I was in a discussion group of singles, but there happened to be one young married...
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...
From Winter to Spring
My young son, looking out the window at dark dead trees against a foggy gray sky, uttered this...
Obsessing Over Love
The whole world seems obsessed with love. The music industry, Hollywood, and thousands of years of...
Learning to Speak Marriage Again
I have magic feel-good fingernails. I know this because my late husband, David, told me so. Every...