Three ways I’ve helped my stepfamily grieve the deaths of both previous spouses.

From widow and single mother to second wife and stepmom, my soul suffered an identity crisis.

Ten ideas that helped (or would have helped) my family during our first blended year.

Divorce rates aren’t really as bad as the academics were implying.

Despite their differing marriage scenarios, my prayer for both the Bezos and Tebows is the same: a happy ending

After the unexpected death of our son, my wife and I learned that faith informs pain, but it doesn’t erase it.

When you look at our marriage you see unity, but you also see each one of us as a different and unique person.

I had no idea what being a wife meant other than we’d live together forever, hopefully have some kids, and file a joint tax return.

Exchanging one spouse for another isn’t as easy as returning the wrong pair of shoes. Choose wisely from the beginning and forget the return policy.

I finally realized that my children had all the father they needed; all I had to do was point them to God for their needs.

A new marriage requires learning different forms of affection, communication, traditions, and expectations.

My morning strolls did more than help me lose weight; they helped me learn valuable lessons about life.

Talking to my kids about shootings doesn’t come easily—how do I answer questions about things I don’t understand myself?

Jesus told us to love our neighbors as ourselves, but that requires first knowing who we are in Christ.

Strengthen bonds between kids and stepparents by going on a trip that doesn’t fit into the status quo.