My first husband had the most remarkable wing-man in his three-year-old nephew. From the moment I laid eyes on the little tyke, he had me wrapped around his little finger. He was such an unexpectedly integral part of our courtship. If there was ever a rough patch or a moment of doubt, somehow he was... Continue Reading →
The Sun Continued to Shine
As newly wedded grown ups expecting a baby, my husband at the age of twenty and my eighteen-year-old self were figuring life out. Of course, we would be brilliant parents. Yup, all grown up. Ok, so there were a couple of times we called each other in sick to work so that we could stay... Continue Reading →
Chicken and Tears
The first apartment I ever had was the one I shared with my first husband. At the ages of Eighteen and Twenty, with a baby on the way, coming strait from our parents' homes, we were ready to take on the world! I had no idea what I was doing, but how hard could it... Continue Reading →
Love My Messy Life 