To know love like friendship is what inspired my break from a relationship where there was no love.

My problem is that it takes me too long to reach my boiling point. Truth be told, I'm blessed.

It's been said I'm an anxious attacher. Too much of a mother. In my masculine era. A holder-oner. A believe-in-lover.

Stay hungry. Mostly for love. I like sweet things. Last time though, something was off.

A crumbling cake still smells sweet. Still tastes like heaven. Still melts the same — maybe just a little faster.

Ever after what ever after? ever after what? The prompt for the day was 'ever after' not 'happily ever after' which was the plot twist I needed.

Hail Mary Full of Grace. The Lord is with you. Blessed are you among women. And blessed is the fruit of your womb... Mary, the mother of Jesus, goes by more than a few names.

I wrote a whole book arguing that love, as we know it, doesn't exist. Then Honor arrived. And I'm still unconvinced. But for different reasons now.

Thousands of people gathered in the comments to call Cheryl a fool and Bobby a psychopath. I'm here to tell you why they're both wrong.

In the time I've known her, she's transformed from mom to best friend. From crazy lady to superwoman. From know-it-all to actually knows-it-all. Happy Birthday, Ma.

In 24 years, we never had to put anyone before each other. Marriage changes that. Here's what I needed him to know before he became her husband.