I Forgot to Love My Husband: Here’s What Happened

I love my husband Gabe more than I thought it was possible to love anyone, but sometimes I forget. I get swept up in our day-to-day life, managing the comings and goings of our tribe and making sure they’re fed a vegetable every third day or so, and I forget. I forget that I’m doing all this next to a guy who, when I see him walking toward me in a crowd, still makes me look twice. I forget that when we were dating, teenage-girl butterflies swarmed my stomach when…

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Must Love Chickens

I can pinpoint the hour and minute I fell in love with Gabe. We’d been dating only a short time, and it was easy and comfortable and SO MUCH fun. Still, I didn’t want a serious relationship with anyone because I was still processing the end of my marriage to my ex-husband Billy, and everything that went along with that. A relationship with Gabe was further complicated by the fact that we’d been friends for nearly fifteen years. Loving anyone felt risky, and loving Gabe especially so. To avoid that,…

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Hey Jealousy: Longing for the Good Life

Our friends just bought a beach house and I am so jealous I can’t see straight. I can’t even talk about it without becoming instantly grouchy. It’s petty and unbecoming and true. Apparently, I desperately want a beach house. This is surprising because until now, I’ve been vaguely anti-beach house. I’ve ranted about maintenance hassles and being tied down to one vacation spot. I believe beach houses drain bank accounts and trying to recoup that money by renting brings wear and tear and strangers in your bed. A beach house…

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