Life

A couple of years ago, I had a small but not insignificant crisis of confidence about my marriage. It’s not that anything was wrong exactly.

I recently started seeing a therapist. Actually, two, with marriage counseling… or three, if you count attending therapy with my kid. During this process

I started APW because I love weddings. I’ve always loved weddings. Ten years after my own, I still love them. (Which is a good thing, because this would

I discovered it by accident. He had left his email open. I opened a folder marked “jokes” thinking I could use a laugh. Instead, I found an email to another woman.

Back in elementary school, I had two teachers in a row go through major adulthood milestones while I was their student. One teacher got engaged, and the

This year, my son turned six, and I had a crisis of motherhood. Which is weird, because I thought that sort of self-questioning was supposed to be reserved

When I married I believed marriage was a covenant. Not just a contract, but a holy contract between God and us, the couple. It was a commitment to be faithful

I’m nineteen years old. I’ve just finished my freshman year of college, I’m sitting in the office of the top rheumatologist in the state, and I’m terrified.

For most of my life, I have believed that getting married means making a new family with the person you love. It means setting aside differences and working