Matt & Laura Hubers

Laura (Bardolph) Hubers (’10) is wife to Matt, mother to Samuel, and copywriter at Wm. B. Eerdmans Publishing Company. She counts the day the Chicago Cubs won the 2016 World Series as one of the happiest of her life.

Matt Hubers (’12) lives with his wife, Laura, and young son, Samuel. He likes to spend his time playing board games, coaching high school forensics, and frolicking with alpacas. His dream is to write picture books.

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One never knows who might show up at the condo. One year there were seventeen people stuffed into the three bedrooms. Three people slept on the porch.

I Am Not Jesus

I pictured my wife going into labor right there on the grass. I tried not to think of how small our son would look in this, his 24th week of gestation.

Mother’s Day

To be honest, I doubt that feeling will ever go away, because (I have to take a deep breath before I even type this): I’m going to be a mother for the whole rest of the my life.


A car and a job, all in a couple of days. Seven o’clock—time to get up. Laura came bounding into the room. And that was when I found out I was going to be a father.


I like to imagine this whole catalog was written sarcastically. Then when it came time for the copywriter to review the first proof she sighed and said, “Whatever. It’s fine.”


There have been days at home alone in which I have not once spoken aloud. Sometimes I notice this and say something just to use my voice, only to find it thick, musty, and weak.

The Right Word

She asked me on the first date. I wasn’t exactly smart enough to know it was a date. We had agreed to go swing dancing downtown with some of her friends.

A Letter To My GPS

And in my rising, I have come up with a solution. Jellybeans. I will follow your stupid navigation decisions to the letter if you will spit out jellybeans for every correct turn.

More Feminist Confessions

I want to defy convention. Break molds. And at the same time I want to be with my husband. And have children. And bake lots of cookies. And I hate shoveling the driveway.

Fantasy Football

Fantasy football isn’t practical. It isn’t realistic or especially constructive or useful. But so many of us play it. It’s the fantasy fulfilled for so many sports fans, and I think it’s a precise way to define us.

Miss Bardolph, Pen-Slinger

When the seniors put on a homecoming skit and dressed up as the various teachers, the kid playing me had a pocket full of twenty or thirty pens to throw around at random.

Playing God

We read fiction to watch people overcome their struggles. We enjoy tragic moments, because they are purposeful and developmental. Pain can drive a character or a plot to something complex and important.

One Tiny Tomato

We had enough to plant a small garden this year. I sneak over and check on them every day when I get home from work (the sneaking so that they don’t become frightened).

For He Spoke

My father-in-law likes to say he would pay to hear James Earl Jones read the phonebook. Who would pay to hear me read anything?

Good Friday

Anne Lamott quoted Barbara Johnson: “We are Easter people living in a Good Friday world.” Here’s the thing: in our Good Friday world, awful things happen.

Love Thy Neighbor

Bob moved into our assisted living facility about five months ago. I can’t believe it was that long ago. It feels like much longer. He has scared me from the day I met him.

Retail Resolve

I thought it was bad my first day in the department when a woman came in, lifted up her shirt, and said “I like this bra. Can you find me another one?”

Traditions (cont’d)

It’s almost our second Christmas as a married couple. Our tree is full of bare, ornament-less spots. We have different holiday movie requests, opposing music preferences, and conflicting decorating techniques.

Bless Me

I used to think libido was a car. One little misconception can change the way we understand things. It can change our perceptions, our preferences, and sometimes it can change the way we live completely.

Ode to Joy

But why is it always about the “joy” of homeownership? It’s true—when you buy a house you have to be prepared for the issues that come up.

The Dog Days of Summer

I couldn’t fully articulate this at the time, but I saw a new puppy as a means of gaining control of my life. So much was changing, and I felt like I was being left behind.

Practice Time

My husband and I bought a piano recently. I’ve played for twenty years now (few things make me start feeling old like I do when I can say that), and now that we have a house for it to live in, it’s time for me to get my fingers back to the dexterity they once had. I...