couplehood chronicles

Exactly one year ago this past weekend Tony and I were soaking up the sun, and each other, in enchanting Maui. It was another...

Exactly one year ago this past weekend Tony and I were soaking up the sun, and each other, in enchanting Maui. It was another...

I’ve long abhorred the double standard society. Men, at least, have seemed to impose how the sexes handle certain compulsions that afflict all of...

I’ve long abhorred the double standard society. Men, at least, have seemed to impose how the sexes handle certain compulsions that afflict all of...

The warmth and calm I feel each night as I curl up next to my husband, ready to slip into another night’s slumber, is at direct odds with what unfolds a mere 15 minutes later. See, I am the type who needs time to fall asleep—usually rehashing the day’s events and planning the next one.

The warmth and calm I feel each night as I curl up next to my husband, ready to slip into another night’s slumber, is at direct odds with what unfolds a mere 15 minutes later. See, I am the type who needs time to fall asleep—usually rehashing the day’s events and planning the next one.

My morning routine might hit close to home for you: a startling wakeup courtesy of that damned alarm clock, followed by the reaction of...