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Author: Melanie Dale

Your Marriage Doesn’t Have to Look Like Anyone Else’s

February 6, 2019February 1, 2019 Melanie Dale

I think my picture of what marriage would look like was some combination of my parents’ marriage and every 1990’s rom-com I’d ever seen. We’d have clear his-and-hers roles based on how my parents did everything, because hey, it’s still working for them, and we’d cuddle every night and fall asleep with our arms and […]

When Other People Think Your Kids Are Apples

October 30, 2017October 29, 2017 Melanie Dale
Old-fashioned photo of kids playing hopscotch

Today my kids got these . . . I don’t know . . . lip spreaders at church. You know the ones I mean? The plastic thingies that pull your lips away from your gums and make you talk funny like you’re at the dentist? As we walked out of church, my kids start chanting […]

When Compassion is Exhausting

October 10, 2016January 10, 2017 Melanie Dale

The first year of giving a crap, that’s the exciting one. For me, it was back in 2009 and Twitter was a twinkly new toy and microgiving was a new buzzword and everyone had a birthday campaign. “This year for my birthday, all I want is clean water for a village, all I want is […]

Your Marriage Doesn’t Have to Look Like Anyone Else’s

July 28, 2016July 27, 2016 Melanie Dale

I think my picture of what marriage would look like was some combination of my parents’ marriage and every 1990’s rom-com I’d ever seen. We’d have clear his-and-hers roles based on how my parents did everything, because hey, it’s still working for them, and we’d cuddle every night and fall asleep with our arms and […]

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