How Not to Marry a Loser

He said he believed in God, but not organized religion. "That counts, right?" I convinced myself. He was kind of cute. What mattered most was that he really liked me. That felt good. Every Sunday I sat through church alone, then raced over to ...

Cinderella Let Me Down

I have an attachment problem. To stuff. To dreams. To the plans I make. For this reason, leasing vehicles proved to be an unwise strategy. As a single girl it seemed like the best way to keep me from having to hassle ...

His Lust Problem Is Not About You

Sixteen: the number of days it had been since I checked my work email. But between the wedding, a cross-country move, and our honeymoon, time hadn't permitted me the luxury. Today I would have to face reality. I opened my new husband's ...