If I could cry like my toddler, I would. I’d just throw my hands in the air, scrunch up my face, and let it all go, snot slingin’ and...

He sees you, Mama. I’m not talking about your husband. Although I know he sees you, too. At least most of the time he does, unless the...

You are not the man I married. I can’t love you like I did. We were young standing at the front of a church before God and our families...