Love Begins Here

Love Begins Here

“Love Begins at Home.” The engraved wooden plaque hangs proudly in our upstairs living room, enthroned above what I have dubbed “the picture wall,” holding court over our family when we linger there in the minutes before bedtime. Not usually one for kitsch, I just...
Being Specific

Being Specific

“I’m having trouble adjusting,” I sobbed into my husband’s shoulder. He had grabbed me into a firm embrace when his simple, “everything alright?” brought tears to my eyes. For the past four and half months, my husband and I have been getting to know each other in ways...
Part 2: A New Identity

Part 2: A New Identity

Unless it’s absolutely necessary, never change your name. That’s my newly formulated advice for anyone who finds themselves in the unfortunate position of having a new identity that needs to be registered and verified and passed around to some hundred or so government...
Wonderful and Perfect Timing

Wonderful and Perfect Timing

The snow clung to the trees on Saturday in a wistful, woeful spectacle of white. It was cold outside, but as soon as it was light enough and we were awake enough, we donned hats and coats and gloves and raced ourselves right out into the magical brightness that six...