
A grateful heart: A marriage full of playfulness and joy
In lieu of a sweater picture. “Good night, sweater.” Snerk. “Good night, sweater?” I’d said “Good night, sweetheart,” intending to kiss a …
In lieu of a sweater picture. “Good night, sweater.” Snerk. “Good night, sweater?” I’d said “Good night, sweetheart,” intending to kiss a …
The only kind of yelling I really want to do. I usually end this exchange with “Well, you can try!” “I said …
It’s already started. The pumpkin recipes on Pinterest. The Halloween candy at the grocery store. The first inklings of change in my …
“I want a cheeseburger!” I made the declaration last week, at approximately 11 p.m. while draped on Mr. T’s shoulder watching So …
Some days, dissertation writing is exciting/productive. Other days, it looks like this! “Onnneeeee, twoooooo…” “Rock!” “Rock!” “Onnneeeee, twooooo…” “Paper!” “Paper!” “Onnneeeee, twoooooo…” …
This is certainly what it feels like to me! Photo credit. That man. That man I married? He didn’t kiss me for …
“I’m really angry with you,” I spat while simultaneously trying to shovel falling noodles into my mouth and protect the mizithra-covered strands …
Photo credit. “Gotta go,” Mr. T says as he walks to our bedroom to finish piling on the trappings of businessman life. …
What birthday would be complete without a singing hamburger card, really? I’ve listened to it at least a dozen times. Mr. T …
I officially decree: Every wedding needs a photo booth! Having already extolled many of Mr. T’s virtues in a previous (awesome) birthday …