The Kind of Spouse Who Cheats

I thought Anna and Don Walker* had the kind of marriage I wanted – maybe they did at the time. That was 15 years ago, when I was in college.  Back then, Anna and Don were the kind of couple you never dreamed would divorce.  They were steady, salt-of-the-earth folks who effortlessly served others and gave the impression that they really liked each other.

Held Hostage by Unforgiveness

This post is a continuation of “The Thrill of Dishonoring My Father.” I tried to confront my dad about his failures one time when I was a sophomore in college. It didn’t go well. We were getting to know each other again after being estranged for three years. Because he lived 12 hours away, we talked over the phone, building an awkward, on-and-off, long-distance relationship.