Category: Marriage

The Argentina gamble

(Greenville-Spartanburg International Airport)–I’ve been known to make a bet. In the past three months, I’ve bet on the toss of a lime, the next commercial to come on television, a rickshaw race, a game...

From chilly to Chile

(Greenville-Spartanburg International Airport)–There will come a time, I’m sure, when someone will ask, “So where were you when Barack Obama was elected President of the United States?” I will answer, “San Jose, Costa Rica.”...

Baby Daddy

My wife walked in the door. I said what I normally say before getting up from my comfortable chair. “Hey, baby. You need any help?” She’s always carrying something. Groceries. A sleeping kid. The...

Big box blues

I hate this part. There was a time when when my not-yet-atrophied heart thought about the romantic nature of gift-buying. One year, my wife and I went to Aruba, swam with youthful indifference in...

The marriage bed

My wife and I have a problem in the bedroom. I’ve slept in more places than I can count–from five-star hotels to hammocks, I’ve seen it all. I’ve woken up on bare mattresses in...