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  • The 4 Minute Marriage Habit: How to make 2012 the year you fall madly in love all over again

    On Wednesday, January 11 th, 2012
    He lays his hand on my shoulder. Water drips from strands tousled and a rivulet runs down the small of my back. “I have no idea what to wear.” I’m paying him no mind, standing before the closet with my towel, mumbling words. Hangers clatter. “What you’re wearing is rather pretty.” His stubble finds the
  • The Bravest & Most Beautiful Affair

    On Thursday, September 15 th, 2011
    He lies stretched out in the dark and I lay long beside him. Listen to him breathe… the only sound there is. This is an epic, everyday love story, one written with years and skin and the rings. In his sleep, he finds my hand. It’s the only one I’ve ever known. Hand in mine,
  • when you’re figuring out how to really love

    On Wednesday, July 27 th, 2011
    When the Farmer comes in after 11 from the field, he carries it in on his grimy shirt, a few pounds of dirt, and I wonder if he feels it, the weight of the gritty world on his shoulders. He finds me in a straight back chair at the window in lamp light. There are
  • when a man loves a woman

    On Friday, July 15 th, 2011
    I watch you in the kitchen, slicing up a pie, July evening sloping gold across your face. How do you know the moment when you love someone the most? I used to think it was that wild moment of crazy grace when you asked for forever on Reesor’s sideroad and I laughed the wonder of
  • Dear Husband … {Love for the Middle Years}

    On Tuesday, May 24 th, 2011
    It’s true, you’re the first man I ever kissed, but beginnings aren’t ever really the most important part. The mattering always comes after the persevering, a life time later and at the end, when there’s that last leaning close, the last brushing of the stubble and the scent of your skin, that last lingering kiss.
  • If You’re Trying to Read the Writing on the Wall

    On Friday, April 15 th, 2011
    They hadn’t slept tangled under the same cotton for years. She’d howled without a sound in the empty queen in the spare for years, door and soul locked hard.   And when the ache had hollowed her all out, Mama filled the nights with piecing shorn threads together, thin, fragile stitches, needle piercing, and I
  • How to Live Fulfilled

    On Friday, February 11 th, 2011
    There’s three on the sill, all open to light, all open for filling, all for what comes just as He gives it, and me just wanting to find corks, even now. Mama said it to me the other night, us sitting in her front room in a ring of lamp light and me ringing the
  • How to Fall in Love Again in 4 Minutes a Day

    On Wednesday, February 02 nd, 2011
    He lays his hand on my bare shoulder. Water drips from the tips of strands tousled and tucked and a rivulet runs down the small of my back. He kisses me dry. :: “I have no idea what to wear.” I’m paying him no mind, standing before the closet with my towel, mumbling words. Hangers
  • How to Make A Marriage Bed

    On Wednesday, January 26 th, 2011
    When my Grandma told me to marry a man who wasn’t much to look at so I wouldn’t worry of him wandering, I had nodded ‘cause I loved her. But I confess. I didn’t intend to pay her any mind. I did ask her if she had taken her own advice. She said yes —
  • The Gift of {Strong} Words

    On Tuesday, December 21 st, 2010
    Your words matter. Whether you write, speak, or simply want to connect with the hearts of those you love. My friend, Holley Gerth, and I have been talking and praying about words. How to serve with them. How to use them well. We’re writing our thoughts as a series of letters each Tuesday and we’d
  • How to Prepare for Family & the Holidays: The Fish Principle

    On Wednesday, November 24 th, 2010
    When I get to her door, it’s after 6:30 and dawn’s breaking rays down rows of the cornfields and I’m already late. Mama’s got a note on her front door that reads in a black scrawl, “Welcome! Come on round. We’re out on the back deck!” Every other Saturday we meet when dawn breaks the
  • what a real man can really do for a woman

    On Tuesday, August 10 th, 2010
    Sometimes it takes a man to make a woman. That night he took my face in his hands and kissed me too long in the dark, I was seventeen and he was just a boy. No doubting, we were too young. And I wouldn’t recommend it, just saying how it was and how that smile
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