Not long ago I would have laughed at myself for writing this. Back then, all I wanted was a girlfriend. Now I am at a point where I would rather just wait and marry the right person, if that person ever shows up, than jump…

I am not married yet, so I want to be honest from the start. This is not me talking from experience, this is me thinking out loud about something I have been trying to understand. For a long time I assumed marriage was just dating…

For most of my life, my instinct toward losing something was always the same. Get it back. If something slipped away, I would chase it, hold on tighter, try to fix it, try to return things to the way they were. I treated every loss…

One day I sat quietly and a rather unsettling thought hit me. When did my life turn into a checklist? School, then college, then a job, then earning money, then owning a house, then getting married, then having a family. Everything lined up neatly like…

There was a time in my life when almost nothing made sense. Things happened that I could not explain, and no matter how hard I asked why, no answer ever came. Why did this happen. Why now. Why to me. I kept waiting for some…