Last year, I read an article about marriage that discouraged me to the uttermost.
I won’t share the article here, but the premise was a familiar one: people need to stop saying that marriage is hard! Marriage is not hard; life is hard. Saying that marriage is hard is just an empty cliche uttered by people who don’t understand the beauty of the union.
We’ve bought the stereotype that women are either wallflowers or warriors. In reality, every one of us is more complex than that.
Our list of acceptable spousal qualities is often little more than a self-gratifying thesis of what we think we deserve.
Since that documentary and my early blogging days, a lot of people aren’t quite sure what to do with me. They have a hard time reconciling the old and new me.
To use our smartphones as a haven from the messiness of face-to-face, three-dimensional friendship is the enemy of authentic intimacy.
Marriage is neither the cure for sin nor the reward for saintliness. Your singleness is not your punishment.
Philando Castille’s death is a tragedy, and so is the way we will leverage it for our platforms.