I don’t always know what I want my husband to do, but it is instantly clear what I don’t want him to do as soon as he does it.

Just like our rings, we swivel and swirl. Sometimes aligning perfectly. Sometimes on opposite sides of the world. Always needing adjusting.

Wedding rings symbolize eternal love and commitment. An infinite circle that goes round and round. Just like some arguments.

I wanted two bedrooms so we could comfortably host people. He wanted a studio with an open floor plan so we could run around naked. Alone.

Cut me off a piece of that humble pie because there is no such thing as a free lunch.

I have a stone-cold heart when it comes to compliments.

A much-anticipated time with my husband, and I definitely got more than I bargained for.

I found myself attracted to another man. What did this mean for my marriage?

What had started as a pain point had become one of my most precious memories.

My first marriage was riddled with lying and poor communication. I was now committed to talking things through, being brutally honest.

Emotions hijacked my brain. It was flight or flight.

What was in my husband’s hands? Not even he knew.

Have you ever gone rock climbing on a cruise ship?

What happens when my husband’s dream becomes my nightmare.

In an effort to protect my heart, I almost missed an opportunity to heal, to love, to be loved.

A meeting in the middle when words are excessive and scarce.