My husband and I have the dumbest arguments, which is why we’re still truly, madly, deeply in love after 17 years of marriage – we agree on what’s important and work to keep the big stuff in perspective. It’s the small stuff that tends to ruffle our feathers. For example,[Read more]
I am drawn to bloggers who share their ongoing struggle with depression – who’ve found a way to manage it, but acknowledge that the disease is never cured, only maintained. Their stories give me insight into what my husband is going through (and I can never have enough resources for[Read more]
My husband and I fell in love while dancing. That’s us in the picture (so young!) cast opposite each other in the play Dancing at Lughnasa. Fast forward 16 years: our family of five (two parents, two children, one dog) lives in a 1,000-square-foot house where most of the dancing we[Read more]
“Let’s build a tree house!” There are no small ideas in the Bradley household, only small budgets. So, when we were reminded how expensive lumber can be, we almost tossed aside our plans. Then we realized how much bigger this idea was than just “something cool to build for the[Read more]
Everything I know about triage I learned watching M*A*S*H. I think it was my father who actually put words to what I was seeing on screen, explaining why one soldier got attention sooner than another, which led to conversations about why some wounds sent you home, while others were to[Read more]
Long ago and far away (aka married life before kids; heretofore known as MLBK), my husband and I went to see movies. A lot. Blockbusters. Oscar nominees. Old movies shown for one night only at the gitchy little theater on the end of town where all the cool kids live.[Read more]