"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't work on my cross-stitch in the car," I wanted to know. My husband and I were preparing to leave on a short trip. He shot a look ...

"I won't have another dog in this house," I told my spouse firmly. "They're too much work." My lower lip jutted out determinedly, just to let him know I meant business. Our last dog lived ...

Ding! Ding! Ding! It was the middle of the night, and I bolted straight up in bed, heart pounding. My husband stirred just enough to notice. "It's all right, dear," he muttered, patting my shoulder. ...