My husband, Camden, was always steady, predictable, and calm. He was the kind of man you could build a life with. After years of heartbreak, that was exactly what I wanted. When we discovered I was pregnant, the first person I told was Elise, my best friend since college. He was the kind of…

Adam and I’d been married for 10 years. We’d finish each other’s complaints, forget birthdays but never coffee orders, and share the same old blanket that never covered both our feet. We’d been through sick nights, silent fights, and tight months that stretched too long. But we always slept in the same bed… always.…

My wife, Miranda, works from home as a freelance editor. I run a consulting firm, so my job is intense, but I make good money. We have three kids: Luke, nine; Clara, seven; and little Max, who’s five. Until recently, I thought I had my life under control. I believed I was the stable…

The first time I held Lily (although she didn’t have a name back then), I was standing behind a medical center, half-shielded from the wind, my knees pressed on wet concrete. She was maybe three days old. There wasn’t a note or anything that could provide us with information. It was just the pink…

Thanksgiving morning felt almost unreal — it was too quiet, too warm, and too perfect. I woke up to the scent of cinnamon and cloves drifting down the hallway, grounded by the sharper bite of fresh coffee. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. My husband, Eric, doesn’t wake up early. He doesn’t…

I’m the kind of person who waits for Thanksgiving like kids wait for Christmas. Every year, the Friday before Thanksgiving, I pull out my grandmother’s recipe cards. Some people get excited for summer or their birthdays. I get excited for turkey and mashed potatoes. Every year, the Friday before Thanksgiving, I pull out my…