There are the marshmallows on the floor. Empty packages of Ramen noodles. Chapsticks, sucked out through the top of the tube...

“Six years is a lot of years for a second marriage,” I tell my husband playfully at midnight, as we lay with all our clothes still on,...

My husband holds the razor nervously —-it is an awkward, careful thing to shave the face of someone else. In the kitchen, he had...

I see you, friend. You, with the first day of school pictures you weren’t quite sure you wanted to share. Because your child’s photos...

The work of love is unseen and heavy. But it is worth it.

It is irrational to give up your body, your time, your life, to commit yourself to someone, only to let them go. Mother's do it anyway.

Did you hear about Bill? That was all the text said. No, I hadn’t heard.  But with those words alone, I knew.  I knew that it was...