Seven o’clock p.m. and halfway through dinner, my husband gets home, smiling thankfulness at roast beef and baked potatoes, and fighting off a cold. By seven-thirty, he’s heading down to the basement for more work.

“Mommy and Daddy check-in time at ten?” he asks.

“Sounds good.” I smile my bravest. His business is taking off. Such a [...]

Sometimes life is a pressure cooker, like when it’s breakfast time in the trailer on a trip in early June and we’ve got to get on the road quickly. Everyone’s blood sugar is low, and I’m nursing the baby with one arm and scrambling eggs with the other, calling over my shoulder to the children [...]

When my husband met me nearly eighteen years ago, I was a terrible flirt. Suffering from the same delusion that plagues many teenage girls, I was convinced that I wasn’t pretty enough to ever be a “problem” to anyone and happily spread bubbly charm all over every poor guy who talked to me. I looked [...]