How to Be a Good Wife When You Have a Feral-Child-Soul

I’m assuming you’ve all heard by now that Michael Novak has been subsumed into the Blorg. Not to toot my own horn or anything (which I am totally about to do), but that’s partially a result of the time I had Michael and his brother Ben over for dinner and served them wine in mason [Read More...]

“She alone could mitigate his mortality”

This week the Vatican hosted Humanum, an international, interfaith colloquium on the complementarity of man and woman. The first keynote address was given by Rabbi Lord Jonathan Sacks, and it is absolutely stunning. I found his descriptions of the biological evolution of sexual reproduction and the anthropological evolution of monogamy particularly compelling, but it was [Read More...]

A Portrait of Domestic Bliss

Remember that one time I tried to learn to sew? That dress is still sitting in a box in the closet, as half-finished as it was when I wrote that post. Clothes are not really my area of expertise. I’ve only just begun learning how to wear them properly. Until last year, I owned a [Read More...]

Where There is a Flame

I know that there are many couples who have wonderful marriages that are peaceful and joyful, with few disagreements and lots of harmony. My marriage is not like that — it never has been. It is tempestuous and painful and passionate and exhilarating, and I’m coming to realize that I love it that way. I [Read More...]

Happiness is in the Work

I’ve always thought my husband, the Ogre, was essentially Daryl Dixon with Russel Crowe’s face.                 He’s such a visible badass that our neighbors’ master plan in the case of a zombie apocalypse is to “find and stick with the Ogre.” His badassery is so deeply ingrained into [Read More...]

It’s Not the Standards, It’s That We Believe Them

The Ogre and I had an amazing night last night. It was the kind of night where after a few hours I started feeling giggly and schoolgirl-ish again, and I couldn’t stop smiling every time he looked at me. We didn’t do anything extraordinary…put the kids down, ate dinner, watched a hysterically bad movie, and [Read More...]

In the Bleak Midwinter

Not long ago, I wrote about dreading our trip home for Christmas. I was looking forward to seeing our families and especially our niece and nephews, but every time we go home the Ogre and I fight. It’s often related to long-held disagreements about our different families and the stress of the holidays usually brings [Read More...]

Submission: How Far is Too Far?

One of the comments on my submission post really caught my attention and spurred yet another round of interesting conversation between the Ogre and I. We can’t come up with an answer that satisfies either of us yet, so I thought I would ask my readers what you guys think. 40DaysOf was disturbed by my [Read More...]

In Which I Intrude On a Blog Conversation I Have Not Been Invited To

“Marriage is an adventure, like going to war.” -G.K. Chesterton Earlier this week, Darwin asked for some bloggers to explain, from a woman’s perspective, what it means to be submissive to their husbands. I was not tagged in this invitation (mostly, I think, because writing about poop generally doesn’t earn one the title of “thoughtful”); [Read More...]

The Dragon

The Ogre and I are fighting. I hate it when we fight. It means that he’ll work late, we’ll barely speak all day, the girls and I will have grilled cheeses for dinner, and I won’t be able to randomly throw myself into his arms when he does come home. It also means that there [Read More...]


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