At 8 pm every night, my kids would run to the open window of our apartment, banging their pots and pans like maniacs. They'd pause for a second, just to make sure they could still hear the same sound echoing off the buildings as our neighbors all ...

“I wouldn’t say I was hurt or offended, maybe just disappointed.”

Hope springs eternal in the human breast. Until it doesn’t. Until the struggles and burdens, the trials and scars squeeze that hope into a tiny bubble.  

Have you ever looked forward to something, only to have it be less amazing than you imagined? I’m currently in the middle of some transitions—I’ve recently graduated grad school, and my husband is still in his post-grad schooling. I thought that e...