Toss and turn. Turn and toss.
In the wee morning hours, I was summoned from sleep by a grinding and screeching sort of noise that is universally recognized as the sound of a garbage truck doing its business.
My husband has the most exciting dreams.
Yesterday, I made meatballs for dinner.
I've got a newsflash for the naive among us: Your mom didn't tell you everything.
After spending the last three decades with my husband, I've learned marriage isn't what I thought it would be.
My husband and I had to make a trip to the home improvement store last weekend for one item.
I look up to my husband. Always have.
It was a go-to-the-store-for-laundry-detergent-come-home-with-fabric-softener kind of day.
We all wake up in the morning – unless we work the night shift.