“I’m tired of living in exile!” my husband, Peter, exclaimed as, for the second day in a row, we packed up everything we would need to be out of our home long enough for the floor to dry.... more

I’m not sure when a house becomes a home, but I don’t think we’re quite there yet.... more

My husband, Peter, is looking around our empty living room.... more

I just learned that my ex-husband has remarried. I learned this as we learn about all important life milestones these days: on Facebook.... more

Everyone knows that I am attached to my desk. I would argue I have good reason. My desk is an extension of myself. Whereas other people are attached to their phones, I frequently lose track of mine. (... more

I finished my bath and saw that the rust-orange towel had molted all over my body.... more

It’s amazing that anyone shares a bed.... more

It’s our anniversary, and Peter and I will be celebrating, like everyone has this past year, the best we are able.... more

My husband, Peter, is taking no chances.... more

“I’m going to bake bread!” my husband, Peter, announced.... more

I’ve worn out a pair of slippers.... more