marriage

It has been more than a decade into my marriage. At this point, a basic French kiss would feel awkward and perhaps even scandalous.

At first I got angry. I’m supposed to be the love of his life, the Rachel to his Ross.

Today in literal #RelationshipGoals, a couple died, LITERALLY HOLDING EACH OTHER.

For any couples thinking about moving in together, I thought I’d share my Dos and Don’ts, and how my husband and I are making my small and unattractive (but inexpensive!) apartment work for our family.

#LoveLessons is a brand-new bi-weekly column devoted to the discussion of, yep, marriage. We’ll talk about how to celebrate it, how to make it better, how to keep the sex life flourishing (don’t have kids), how to get your partner to pick up his, I mean their, underwear (girls leave underwear on the floor, too.)

Smartphones aren’t to blame for problems within your marriage.

If you missed my weekly column this summer all about getting engaged and planning a wedding, here’s the highlight reel: after doing

Between all of the political arguments and videos of dogs being excited to see their owners, I’m noticing a trend appearing all over my timeline — seemingly increasing every week. A lot of fucking people are getting engaged.