Category Marriage

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…