As you read the title of this article, “Engaged over Email!” your mind may be conjuring up a mail order husband—au contraire! This was an email from a man, my man, Don.... Read more >>

I don’t know the exact date, but sometime in mid December 1994, while we were both in training at Sheppard Air Force Base, Texas, my husband Johnnie Slaughter proposed marriage. The moment... Read more >>

A woman dreams of the day when that special someone sinks to one knee, looks them lovingly in the eyes, and utters those four magical words, “Will you marry me?” But in today’s... Read more >>

Dear Caroliners, I don’t know how other people choose their Web audiences. For myself, I think that this site is likely to be read by people with a slightly more lateral view on life than most.... Read more >>

I asked for a sign. I’m spiritual, but not religious. I pray for help occasionally, but I don’t go to church. I was crying, desperate. I just didn’t know what else to do. I asked... Read more >>

“You are making it impossible for me to be close to your family. You are creating distance between us.” We were talking about Jeff’s difficulty committing to our relationship. Or,... Read more >>

“What was that?” Three rooms away, Jeff heard me pass gas. I didn’t do it particularly loudly, either. The incident wouldn’t be especially noteworthy, except that just an hour... Read more >>

My sister was always mean. Beyond mean, actually. Venomous. Not really to other kids, or to animals, just to me. I never initiated any violence, but when she was mad, she would attack. As skinny... Read more >>

My ninth-grade math class was geometry, and I loved proving theorems. With each homework assignment, our teacher gave us a few really hard ones for extra credit, and I would stay up... Read more >>

In this case, the firearm is my mouth. My target of choice, unfairly identified by me in just about every case, is my fiancé, Jeff. It isn’t his fault that my parents’ self-absorption left me with a… Read more >>