A Glass of Wine and a Talk with God

Mary remembered the fever of their early years, frantic kissing, ravenous embraces fire ready to blaze at his look, touch, whisper She loved Josh then Or did she? They hadn’t yet faced the broken-down car the ridiculously-expensive vacuum cleaner salesman the lay-off...

His Job, Her Job ~ Marriage Letters

  Dear Scott, In many ways, we found our rhythm fairly easily. Deferring to one another’s strong opinions on this or that, recognizing our clear gifts in one area or another, came naturally to us. We didn’t have turf wars. You aren’t a numbers guy...