“I’ve got news,” my 22-year-old son said as he sat across the dinner table from my husband and me on a warm summer night. “I accepted a new job in Indiana, and I’ll be moving there in a month.” I froze. I was surprised, not that he was moving out, but that he was leaving
It was my birthday and my now-husband and I had been dating for about three months. When he got to my house, he wished me a happy birthday, then he apologized, “I’m sorry I didn’t get you a gift.” At the time, I was 31, had a good job, and could buy whatever I fancied,
After having a baby last summer, my husband and I realized something: by the time the house was quiet and our baby was asleep, neither of us had much energy left to talk about anything. We weren’t fighting often, but little frustrations had a way of lingering because there never seemed to be a “right”
In my early 30s, I was living the quintessential DINK (dual-income, no kids) lifestyle. My partner and I had established careers, no children, and PTO to burn. During one 12-month period, we averaged taking a trip every other month. We went hiking in Acadia National Park and Arizona. We rented a house with a pool
It felt like the absolute worst time to take a trip. Our son was home from college for the summer, our oldest daughter had just gotten married, and our youngest daughter had graduated from high school and was preparing to leave for college in late August. Everything in me wanted to soak up every minute
McConnell had polio as a child and finds back-slapping painful, so Chao stepped in to hug constituents instead. “She listens very actively. She really pays attention and remembers details about people,” Kelly Westwood, director of the Kenton County Republican Women’s Caucus, told Time in 2014. “She doesn’t see them for months and then she says,
