For 10 years, I'd been working as a freelance writer and editor, making money but not a living. It was a good arrangement family-wise, allowing me to stay home with our daughter, but not so great financially or, sometimes, ego-wise.

It's one thing to reject the idea that it's a man's job to bring home all the bacon; it's another the 500th time your wife reaches for the check at dinner.

I prepare myself for rehearsals like I would for marriage.

I'm obsessed with getting married, but I don't even have a boyfriend.

By itself, love is never enough to sustain a relationship.

There was no romance about the mosquitos, however.