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Healing Rain On Barren Land – My Story of Infertility
The life I pictured (and the timeline I assumed would cooperate) I always dreamed of being married and having children. Not in a vague “someday, maybe” way. I mean the whole picture—the husband, the home, the little feet running down the hallway, the kind of chaos people complain about while secretly loving it. Bobby had the same dream. And once we got married, we didn’t jump right into starting a family. We waited. Our plan was to build our careers first. Also, we had this other thing going on that tends to consume every spare minute, emotion, and paycheck like it’s a living creature… Racing. Racing is an all-consuming passion.…
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Freezing at Five
My husband and I were recently invited to a friend’s house for a picnic and decided to go at the last minute. I hadn’t thought about what food I was going to take, and I’m not known for keeping it simple. I decided on a dessert that needed ice cream. Sounds fine until I tell you that our friends live 30 miles away, and it was a 98-degree day. Not the best choice? True that. Bobby drove our Challenger SRT, his pride and joy. I asked him to stop at a grocery store closer to our destination for the ice cream. Bobby assured me that he could make Hulkster “a…
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Flying Underwear: A Lesson in Respect
In 36 years of marriage, I can count on one hand the number of fights my husband and I have had. Yet, two of those were sparked by my attempts to organize him. Early in our marriage, the clutter of papers scattered around our small living spaces began to irk me. I’m not Mrs. Fastidious, but the mess bugged me. Bobby, my husband, didn’t have an office back then and often worked from a corner of our living room. We disagreed over the value of form versus function—he saw empty flat surfaces as storage spaces, while I envisioned them adorned sparingly with pretty decor. To give you a bit more…
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The Unforced Rhythms of Grace
If you’re following along, you might know about Sacred Saturdays. They evolved from my husband’s and my need to hold time aside just for us. The time that has worked best is Saturday mornings. The name came later as we realized just what this time means to us and what it has contributed to our relationship. “Sacred” in the name does not mean that we do something specifically related to God every time, although we sometimes do. It means that this time is a priority and it’s special. I explain how it came about and what we do on these mornings in the original story. We’ve been doing Sacred Saturdays…
