It snowed yesterday. A lot. And my husband came home early from work, just to run the snow blower in the driveway. I happily let him. Not because I am too stupid to run a machine (I frequently use power tools), nor because I’m too fragile to be out in the cold (I’m from Montana, …
The answer is clear. And unpopular. I know. “Easy for you to say.” Ladies, I’ve BEEN there. I’ve sat, cringing, angry and confused, in church when a brave pastor or two have told us wives to respect because, “God says so.” I’ve seethed with anger and hurt at the thought. I’ve not spoken to my husband …
It was ten degrees outside on this cold December night. I stood squinting out the kitchen window, trying to see our 13-year-old golden retriever, Daisy, amongst the bushes. Her aged frame barely visible on this dark night, she ambled around the back yard and then she laid down. I called her name multiple times, then with obvious difficulty, …
I listened through tear filled eyes as my friend confessed the feelings of longing and loneliness which filled her waking moments. “He’s not a bad man, he just doesn’t want anything to do with me physically.” I wish she were the only one of my girlfriends, who no matter how in shape, thin, beautiful or sultry …
I listened in awe as the police officer described the incident. “I thought he didn’t have a gun, I was running after him with my tazer, and all of a sudden he just bends over and pulls out a pistol and fires at me from about 4 feet. I thought, ‘Lord, no!’ and then realized …