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Marriage Ain’t About You

A couple of days ago, my husband and I celebrated our 19th anniversary in a rather “special” way. I use inverted commas around the word ‘special’ to convey semi-sarcasm. We’ve always done something special (no inverted commas) for our anniversary. Even when the kids were screeching, red-faced hatchlings, thanks to indulgent grandparents offering to babysit, we ...

You Have Permission For This

There’s a distinct point of time when I snap. I don’t mean that I snap my fingers to a happy chorus. Nope. I mean I snap like a dry twig. You can almost hear the cartoon-like crraaack. My patience runs out. My face contorts. My tone hovers somewhere between irritable and infuriated. My words range from snarky to ...

5 Lessons From 50 Years Of Love

With Valentine’s Day less than a week away, it seems like a good time to talk about love. But what makes it an even better time—actually, no, the perfect time—is the story of two people who exchanged wedding rings on Valentine’s Day fifty years ago. And what makes it even more special is that I happen ...

A Letter To My Husband On Our 18th Anniversary

Dear hubbers, You’re not one for “open” letters—you’re too logical to comprehend why a letter to you would be launched in the public domain. You’re right—there is no reasonable explanation. But humor me this time, would ya? (You’ve had excellent training in that regard for the last 18 years. If I do say so myself.) Since we’re ...

Get On With The Life God Has For You

Our first year of marriage wasn’t all rainbows and roses. Of course, we were newlyweds in love. But, like many freshly-baked marriages, year one was like a cake with an undercooked, wobbly middle. Back then, though, I hadn’t the faintest clue that your relationship could go from idyllic to irritating in a nanosecond. Or even if ...

The Strange Way God Draws Us Back

The husband and I tied the knot 17 years ago. I wonder why we use that particular phrase—tied the knot—for weddings. As far as I remember, the only thing in knots was my stomach. And the only tie that mattered was the one the groom wore without consulting me. Our wedding was back when the ...

When Making Oatmeal Is A Moment Of Worship

Almost every morning I do this absolutely insane thing. I make oatmeal. (I know, radical stuff there, right?) The thing is, I don’t like oatmeal. I don’t eat oatmeal (Is that sacrilegious for a mom to say? Shouldn’t we stoically eat our way through all things deemed “healthy”?) But I make it for my husband’s breakfast. It’s not complicated. I ...

Where Do You Live?

When our son was about two years old, we got him a t-shirt that proclaimed: “I still live with my parents.” We thought it was the cutest thing ever — incidentally, as newly-minted parents, we thought everything about him was supremely brilliant (Anyone else remember those gushing first-time parent days?). His t-shirt would bring a ...
MEET SUSAN

I love words. But you probably figured that out by now, considering this website essentially collates my words on the web. Read More…