Category Marriage

The One I Didn’t Write

A few years ago, my husband was in a minor fender-bender that totaled his car. He was unharmed and the car was old, so truth be told, the accident was actually a relief. It finally gave us the excuse to…

Strawberries

If I were a better writer, this would have been written by now. I wouldn’t look at the calendar, realize a month has nearly gone by, and be content writing old news. I value stories enough to want to share…

Chapter 3

When John and I moved to New York, I wrote a blog post called Chapter 2. Now that we’ve circled back to Minnesota, I figured it would only be right to follow up with another reflection and record of anticipation…

My Priest

My husband has a very unique gift: people talk to him. I don’t just mean they converse; I mean they open right up and confess to murder! You have no secrets once you shake hands with John. Somehow, despite your best reservations,…

Hiding

 It’s a crisp late afternoon and I just put on a pot of tea. I’m watching the first snowfall of the season as the day stretches into dark evening. I’m in a reminiscing mood. Last week, I posted something on…

Gifts

John came home from work last night with a “surprise.” Apparently he was offered some industrial-strength fridge magnets at work. (See photo below.) He was displeased with my nonchalant thank-you, however. “Why aren’t you more excited that I got you…

Scooped

Scoop: Originally journalistic lingo, it means someone else “dug up” a story before you did. We stumbled into the porch, our arms laden with bags. John was carrying his big work satchel/computer and a million little things he’d needed at…

Carrots

We had a fight. Like most fights, it ended about something different than what it began with. Like most fights, I couldn’t tell you what it was about even if I did want to broadcast it to the world. It…

Discernment

The wife of a reporter learns to adapt in many ways. She gets accustomed to him working weekends. She pleasantly pauses their movie when his phone rings. She never expects him home on time. She accepts that her reputation is…

Advice

Today is our second anniversary. Now that I am a wise, old married woman with some years under her belt, I decided to compose a list of all the things I’d tell myself if I could go back to the…