Every Sunday, I visit the local farmer’s market to pick up fresh produce for the week. It’s one of my favorite rituals—wandering through the stalls, sampling cheeses…

One Saturday morning, I decided to take myself out for breakfast at a local café I’d heard about. They were known for their farm-to-table menu, and I…

After a long week of work, I wanted nothing more than a quiet evening out. I dressed in something casual yet chic and headed to a cozy…

It was a Thursday evening, and I decided to treat myself to dinner at my favorite corner bistro. The atmosphere was warm, with soft jazz playing in…

It’s the little things that make it hard—the way he casually asks about an old boyfriend when we’re out to dinner, or how he’ll suddenly bring up…

Every argument seems to come back to the same point: men from my past. My husband can’t seem to let go of them, constantly comparing himself to…

I can’t count how many times I’ve reassured him that he’s the only man that matters now. But no matter how many times I say it, my…

I never thought my past would have such a strong hold on my marriage. My husband has always been loving, but lately, his constant comparisons to the…

At 35, I’ve lived a life that many people would envy. As a model, I’ve traveled the world, graced the covers of magazines, and walked in some…