It’s a classic moment in our family lore, though I rightfully roll my eyes when it’s retold. (Again.)

Before my husband was even my boyfriend, there was this potentially lovely moment when he disclosed his intentions. That’s right. He was actually doing what we want young men to do: Speaking plainly (there is no other way for my husband). Not playing games.

So imagine a spring night in the South, us just having returned from coffee on campus. We’ve come to a stop at the door to my dorm. read more