Tag: marriage

My Mother’s Face

After my father died, I found this photo in his bedroom. It was leaning against the mirror of the vanity where my mother had sat painting her nails in a room dark except for the small lamp, her red nails gleaming in the dim… Continue Reading “My Mother’s Face”

Valentine’s Day 2019

Love isn’t a mystery. Loyalty, resiliency, and kindness are mysteries. And humor. Humor is definitely a mystery. And a gift. I have been in love with many people who weren’t funny. They were thrilling at first but ultimately gave me a headache. If two… Continue Reading “Valentine’s Day 2019”

My Mother’s Face

After my father died, I found this photo in his bedroom. It was leaning against the mirror of the vanity where my mother had sat painting her nails in a room dark except for the small lamp, her red nails gleaming in the dim… Continue Reading “My Mother’s Face”

The First Baby

Our marriage was already failing when this picture was taken. We went on a road trip to northern Michigan, stopping at the special spots marked on the map, unpacking ourselves from the car and from our long uncomfortableness. Every mile was futile. Some couples can… Continue Reading “The First Baby”

Two a Day #14: Not Go

“The real reason for marriage. The borrowing and lending of courage.” I said those words in a blog post I wrote last summer about a conversation I had with my husband on the back porch. Of all the things I’m grateful for, a husband… Continue Reading “Two a Day #14: Not Go”

Two a Day #3: Two Days Married

It was a little bumpy at the beginning, well, intermittently for a while, but eventually ours became a terrific marriage. There is something to the adage “give it time.” We have – it’ll be 32 years on February 28th. This is a story about… Continue Reading “Two a Day #3: Two Days Married”

When She Had Endless New Years

She had dozens of New Years before she knew the end was near. Eighty six of them. The young woman in this picture, with one hand in her pocket and the other on the arm of her husband, is my grandmother. She’s not looking… Continue Reading “When She Had Endless New Years”

Be Bright and Beautful

There were long patches of my life when there were no photos. When I was a single mom was one of those times. I had my daughter’s school pictures but there weren’t a lot of other pictures. A few. Her father had been the… Continue Reading “Be Bright and Beautful”

Morning Routine

It’s impossible to convince him that WOOF is not the name of coffee. When he wakes up and sees me gathering myself, finding my robe and my flip flops, he smiles from his night nesting spot under the red pillow because he knows I’m… Continue Reading “Morning Routine”

Married Sleep

When you are afraid of the day, the alarm goes off in your head minutes before the real one sounds. Your eyes open and you watch the seconds pass, piling fear on your dread. You remember all the other times your day included a… Continue Reading “Married Sleep”

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