Understanding Chris
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Marriage Confessions Goes to Marriage Counseling: Phase Two – Acceptance
This week, Chris and I are sharing about our experience with a marriage counselor over the past two months. While we were in counseling, we decided together not to share anything with anyone…
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Back to Yale
This past weekend, Chris and I took a quick trip back to Yale. Â The chair of Chris’s graduate department was retiring after 40 years. Â Ben Sammler is a giant in the field of…
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A Family Hero
In my 8th grade language arts classes a few years ago, we used to write essays on the topic, “What defines a hero?” Â Students spent all quarter studying all different types of heroes,…
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My Blooming Husband
Last week, Chris was in tech rehearsals almost every night, which means he didn’t get home until about 11:00.  And I was fighting a cold, so I was going to bed when the kids…
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The Hardest Part of Kindergarten
I was somewhat prepared for Bean starting kindergarten this year.  I read a few articles about it online, talked to some friends who had been through this before, and reminded myself that Bean was…
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I Try Not to Rant, But…
Normally, I try not to use this blog to make unproductive rants about my husband or family. Â True, I complain a fair bit, but I hope readers can see through that and know…
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Learning Through Listening
One of the areas I have been trying to work on in my marriage has been truly listening to Chris and then reacting to his needs. Â You’d think that would come naturally in…
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The Grammar of Marriage
I’m never more reminded of how lucky I am to have Chris than when we face a challenge together. Â Over the years, we have learned that the only way to make it through…
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Summer Ideals
This past weekend was the big family festival that Chris’s theater puts on every year. Â It’s his baby. Â He and his staff plan it and organize it for months, so when the big…
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Happy 30th Birthday, Chris!
Dear Pookey, Welcome to your 30’s! Â I can’t believe that we have actually been together for half our lives now. Â In some ways that feels impossible. Â I still get butterflies when you kiss…
