Posts by Tayler Beede

The Silent Suffering of Miscarriage

I’ll never forget that dark, cold ultrasound room. The teary-eyed, compassionate radiologist. The look of pity in her eyes as she told us that our 10-week-old baby was no longer alive. My midwife told me she was so sorry, and hung up the phone. And so began the hardest week of my life. A week…

The Beauty in Giving Up

When I was engaged and newly married, I heard the classic “just wait . . .” statements a lot. “Just wait until you see what it’s really like to be married.” “Just wait until the honeymoon stage ends.” “Just wait until you have kids.” “Just wait until you get sick of each other.” It was…

3 Ground Rules for Arguments

After my mom’s recent post on diffusing a fight, I got to thinking about things I’ve learned from our arguments over the past few years. Both Kyle and I tend to get grumpiest when we’re stressed. That’s generally when small things appear big, we make a big deal out of things that aren’t, and arguments are…

Blind Devotion: Now This Is True Love

I still remember one of our first arguments as newlyweds. “Kyle, the toilet is gross. Once the ring shows up, it means you waited too long to clean it. And I shouldn’t be the only one to do that.” “Wait, the ring means it’s dirty? I thought that’s just how our toilet was.” That meant…

10 Awesome Marriage Quotes from Tim Keller

Before Kyle and I got married, we read through The Meaning of Marriage by Tim Keller. I read, reread, highlighted, and tried to store things in the back of my mind as best I could. But now that we’re nearly three years in, I’m reading it again, and it hits home even more than before.…

My Husband Doesn’t Understand Anxiety

Heart pounding, hands shaking, I laid in bed–unable to sleep. I had read an article that freaked me out. Medical-related, as usual. I deal with severe panic attacks, and they usually present themselves quickly, out of no where. In 2013 I was diagnosed with a brain tumor, and had it removed—all in the span of…

To the Wife Who Goes Home and Cries at Night

Lately I’m just tired. All the time. It takes every bit of my energy to get things done at work, and by the time I get home I’m beyond worn out. The thought of cooking, or cleaning, or adding one more thing to my plate, makes me want to cry. And sometimes, I do. Even…

A Quick Way to End an Argument

This summer we decided to get our little mini aussie puppy. It stressed me out BEYOND belief. Like, seriously people. I stressed out more about getting baby Oakley than I stressed about brain surgery. Seeing that little six-pound puppy running around our house (whom I couldn’t control) nearly made me go crazy. Fast forward seven…