Marriage

In April, my baby turned one. I don’t know how a year went by that quickly, but alas, here we are. We celebrated with a bacon-themed birthday in June

I’m writing this at 9 p.m. from my dad’s hospital room in the ICU, where he’s recovering from a traumatic brain injury. This isn’t the first time I’ve

Growing up in the Midwest, I knew about lesbians. They had short hair and wore flannel with Doc Martens. I didn’t. Therefore, I was straight.

I’ve always been an advocate of date night… though in the years right after we got married, I always found date night very hard to distinguish from every other night.

I’m so glad it’s finally my turn,” my mom squeezed my hand as we left her favorite restaurant. I knew what she meant, though she didn’t explain.

Bret was strategizing about how to submit his sample for the semen analysis. The options were extract the sample at home and bring it to the clinic within

For the longest time after my wedding I was embarrassed every time anyone asked me archly, “So, how’s married life?” What was I supposed to say to that?

It’s crazy to me that in 2018 women are still not asking men to marry them in vast numbers. In every other way, women are more on fire than ever.

Eleven years ago, I fell head over heels with my sweetheart (let’s call him S) in ways that I had only dreamed were possible. He made me laugh until my gut hurt.

My wife once told me that if she were straight she would probably have been married with a couple kids by twenty-five. We were twenty-five at the time.