He’s fit and he’s manscaped—an Adonis of the DILFs, so to speak. But, sadly, my Don Juan Demarco has a trumpet for an asshole. And man, that thing loves to crank out tunes.
A Punch in the Gut
I hated myself for feeling how I did. I would love a boy as much as a girl. Maybe I was just disappointed because the doctor had delivered the news so abruptly? Or maybe I was just being hormonal.
Deciding to Stay
My wedding ceremony took place in a church at 7:00 p.m. on a Saturday. But I didn't decide to marry my husband until seven days later.
Five Lessons I Learned Guiding the First Blind Runner Across the Grand Canyon
Dan Berlin made history as the first blind runner to cross the Grand Canyon from the South Rim to the North Rim and back in one go. I served as …
The Bad Wife
Every kid has a favorite shirt. Most outgrow them. But not my husband.
Mr. Mom—A Picture of Imperfection
My eldest child turned six this year. We celebrated her birthday far from our families because we live on the other side of the world. We are here because a …
Rooting for the Underdog
I wonder often about what kind of men my boys will be. Sure, I wish them success and happiness but above all I want my boys to have the kind of compassion that blooms from empathy.
The Air That I Breathe
In the last weeks of his life, I would talk to my dad on the phone every day. It was January, and at the same time his heart and lungs were deteriorating, my body was helping those organs grow inside the baby I’d been carrying for more than 40 weeks.
Harry the Bee
Harry was the black and white Boston terrier my husband and I got when we couldn’t have a baby. The Bee was the Halloween costume we bought for him on a whim at a chic pet store.
Brooming
How much should I, as a parent, get involved to help my children fight their battles and how much should I just let them figure things out themselves?