19 Things I’ve Learned in 19 Years of Marriage

If heart disease is the silent killer, passive aggressiveness is the silent marriage killer. It is astonishing how much rage a toothpaste tube or coffee mug on the side of the sink can induce. There really aren’t that many hills worth dying on, choose your trenches wisely, carefully, and slowly. No one listens as much…

Tales From A Middle-Aged Marriage

I have a weak spot for sap and sloppy sentimentality, especially when it comes to music. I mean, truly. I get misty just thinking about Total Eclipse of the Heart. So you can imagine how fraught with emotion my middle-aged self was last week when John Legend’s All of Me came up on my son’s…

In Night Sweats and Snores, ’til Death Do Us Part

Sixteen years ago today I stood in front of family and friends and hitched my wagon to my (soon to be) husband’s star. In truth, I can’t say it was holy matrimony but it was definitely legal. Sixteen years on, I’ve learned a lot. If we had to stand in front of family and friends again…

15 to Life

What does 15 years of marriage look like? 15…is. It is. 15 is like breathing. I don’t know any differently, only the space your body leaves for me to roll into. 15 years is fewer sharp edges to cut or slice. 15 is soft enough to absorb and blunt. 15 years is difficulty telling where I stop and you…