I read an article recently calling for guys—aimed mostly at pastor “bro” types, as I recall—to chill on the hot wife talk. Haute wife talk has yet to be condemned, however. So may I engage in a few lines of haute wife talk on this my twentieth wedding anniversary day? We met in college back when I had reasonably cool hair. Friends set us up on a date, a sorority soiree. We danced, we talked, we even prayed the evening away. We didn’t kiss though I tried. But her Wind Song by Prince... Read More