McClure, Beth
We read every piece of feedback, and take your input very seriously. Include my email address so I can be contacted Cancel Submit feedback Saved searches Use saved searches to filter your results more quickly Cancel Create saved search Sign in Sign up Reseting focus {...
'He is the parent of my children! He is the father of my twins! He is the husband of my affections,' cried Mrs. Micawber, struggling; 'and I ne—ver—will—desert Mr. Micawber!' Mr. Micawber was so deeply affected by this proof of her devotion (as to me, I was dissolved in te...
If you really feel that your husband isn't pulling his fair share of work around the house, then he needs to know. Try writing it down, if you have trouble explaining it to him verbally. Let him know that you are serious about things needing to change and what you expect of him, so...
A year ago this weekend was the last time my husband let me see our dog, and I took her to have her final blessing here in Boise. I felt sad at the time, knowing that this would most likely be the last time I’d get to worship with her in church, but also I was still not ...
“He loves going for rides too. My husband has to take him every time he goes to the store or wherever.” “That works out perfectly too. Though I am teaching online classes fulltime, I’m a bit of a road warrior right now with a side gig as a motorsports reporter. That’s what...
I made this decision because I need to be here, fully present, for the people I love most: my children as their mom, my husband as his wife, and my parents as their daughter. I want family vacations to beaches, cities, and national parks. I want to see my fifth book published this...
There was an atmosphere of unusual freedom about the house that night, for Mrs. Gardener had gone to Omaha for a week. Johnnie had been having drinks with the guests until he was rather absent-minded. It was Mrs. Gardener who ran the business and looked after everything. Her husband stoo...
It turns out that my husband has awoken me to express the very same idea I had already expressed two nights before, but whilst the lights were on and when it would have been reasonable for him to remember it. Apparently he hadn’t, so now the idea is his. ...
But I’ve stopped apologising for being Jewish. My kippah can be seen again wherever I go now. It asks Australia a question. And Australia answers with a nod or a smile or a pat on the back, as I guessed it would. But not so on this blog: I suspect I have confused my readers,...