Love + Relationships

One-on-one time is hard to come by in our household between my husband and I. Date nights are sometimes just nights in with a movie and popcorn on the couch, which are fun but usually just turn into falling...

Marriage is hard.  Relationships, in general, are hard. Maintaining bonds with friends, family, partners, and even colleagues requires time, commitment, and patience – resources of which I have very little. I’ve always found relationships difficult. All of them. Platonic, familial, sexual....

I felt completely alone when I first had my son, and I probably should have. I was an only child raising a child with a disability. With the exception of my own mother, I didn't feel as though I...

In my last article I was posting about my very long and problematic time spent with Hand Foot and Mouth Disease. (Catch it here if you missed it: HFAM Article) During the most awful parts of the virus I...

  When my son was born I was 33, married 8 years, and had been employed by the same company for 7 years. Most of the people I’m lucky enough to call friends have been in my life in some...

I’m gonna be real for a second – sometimes I need a TO. Like, more than hiding in the closet for a few minutes or taking an extra-long shower. Between the loads of laundry, weekday schedules, sleep schedules (or lack...

These are a very important part of the vows I took with my husband, and for the past couple of months we have been exploring the limits of what that means in our relationship. You typically recite these words...

He doesn't understand the pain his words cause me. "All lives matter," he says. "It's a police brutality issue, not racism. Cops kill white people too," he says.  Twenty plus years of an imperfect marriage; we've said our fair share...

Dear Newlyweds... I want to rewind and walk you through my life 9 years ago.   I was days from getting married. We had dated for 4 years. I knew his family. I knew his dreams. I knew what we wanted for...

The air outside is cold, but my coffee and house are warm. My body is still as I sit comfortably in last night’s pajamas. My mind, less settled, is turning corners quickly, as I am reflecting on something scarier...