She rested her palm on the faded, blue cover of “Amorelle,” and with an expression I couldn’t quite interpret, stated, “This gift is very significant, and you don’t yet know why.”
As February 14th approaches, it seems a cruel twist of fate that my little community recently lost the man who made Valentine’s Day special for many, and was a true representation of love. He first came into my awareness twenty-five years ago when, as a visitor to a large church, I received a box of handmade chocolates. Upon expressing surprise,… View Post
We’re already six weeks into 2019, and a week into the month of love. Or as some people prefer to call it, plain old, miserably cold February. I was never a big fan of Valentine’s Day. In the past I’ve written articles detailing everything from a February 14th spent milking cows during a power outage, to a “romantic” evening ruined… View Post
and that of my baby, and monitored me closely through the next pregnancy. She performed the tubal ligation with full confidence that it was what I wanted.
Now, here I was in her office, pregnant only four weeks after driving ten hours for a surgical procedure performed as a ministry.
But of course, nothing is without controversy. Amongst my friends, and more importantly, amongst the men I love, there was a sharp divide.
Many men in my circle feel that the ad is a condescending attack on manhood, encouraging effeminate behavior, and portraying all masculinity as toxic.
Focused, content, and not at all stressed, I pushed my cart through a crowded store, looking for a checkout line with fewer than ten people. Suddenly, a man got right in my face and admonished, “Smile. It’s not so bad!” On demand, I felt the corners of my mouth begin to tug upwards, but then I caught myself. Did I… View Post