The Three Little Words So Hard For Me To Say

This confession might shock you. There are three little words that are really hard for me to say. Sometimes even get stuck in my throat. Me, who writes each week about love, who shares how happy I am in my new marriage, how much I love being a mom. I have a hard time saying, “I love you.” It’s no big mystery to me why it’s so challenging. I didn’t grow up in a “I love you” kind of house. 

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Never Enough Time When You Love Someone

A stranger took my breath away this week. What would you do if a woman you just met told you, “I’m really not a risk taker,” followed by, “I married a man who told me on our first date that he only had 18 months to live.” “How’d that work out for you?” I couldn’t help but ask. “He lived 18 more years past that first date. We were married for 15 of those,” Brenda Zimmer Gibson told me. “They

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How I Found A Husband–I Settled

“Help!” the email started. “I need some words of encouragement for my 43-year-old never been married friend!” Of all the pleas this forever-single columnist thought she would never get.–That probably has to be it.  When you don’t get married for the first time until you’re 49, you hardly think you’ll be the one to be giving out advice on how to find a husband. Yet, as I close in on my first wedding anniversary, I look back thinking there is

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How Can It Be A Year Already?

I’ve never felt time go so fast! July 14, 2012–Three weeks after we got engaged, my fiance’ and I decided it was time to move in together. Since we didn’t want to just “live together, we gathered up or two girls and headed up to a beautiful waterfall outside of Cashiers, NC. My dress? Bought right off the rack on sale at a local department store. It had so many “markdown” stickers on the tag that I couldn’t even see

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June 24, 2013: …And She’ll Be Okay…

I’m sharing one of recent newspaper columns. Please catch me each week in The Atlanta Journal Constitution and The Dayton Daily News. Feel free to leave your comments below. I’d love to hear from you. She is my heart’s home. Together we cry through our hard times. Then, we hug. One believes when the other cannot. It’s been like that since we lived together senior year in college. Do you have someone so dear, so solid who you do this

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