Marriage + Relationships

In previous posts, I've mentioned just how much I needed to get out and explore Atlanta. For two years I've driven past the Radial Cafe with a lot of interest. I even took the liberty of googling it one day...

Is there such a thing as an amicable divorce? And by ‘amicable’ I mean painful, heartbreaking, and stressful. I have friends and colleagues whose divorces were much, much worse. So yes, my divorce was totally amicable. It’s been six years...

Recently my husband and I took one of those personality tests. Much to my surprise, we are complete opposites. Up until then, I chalked up our disagreements to just that, disagreements. Because we get along so well, I never...

Discovering Portraits Some of my fondest childhood memories revolve around a box. It wasn’t just any old box, but it was a box full of memories. Every time I visited my grandmother’s house she would let me pull her big...

I am certain that each of us has supported ourselves at some point in our lives. Perhaps you worked your way through college or landed a great gig right after graduation that led to the first house or car...

Even though the advent calendar and nativity scene have been put away, my son is still singing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas." I smile and think two things: Will he still be singing this in July? And, how...

Confession: When the doorbell rings unexpectedly, I go into ninja mode. I freeze. I tiptoe. A cold sweat breaks out on my forehead. Like Pavlov's pups, the ringing of the bell results in an automatic response from my kids--absolute...

So here it is, fall. The leaves are turning, the weather is cooling down, most people are gearing up happily for the holiday season. Except, you're not most people. Your mood is not lighthearted nor full of good cheer....

The other afternoon my husband and the kids were on the back porch playing while I got dinner ready in the kitchen.  I heard the kids giggling uncontrollably, and I smiled and chopped some vegetables and thought, “Ahhhh, perfection.” ...

I sat in the parking lot bawling. Tears and snot cascaded down my face. I had just admitted my husband into a mental health facility, and all I could wonder was if I was doing the right thing. For him. For our family. For...