Salty observations about life, love, and living abroad
When I was a girl, I used to collect bunches of dandelions. It didn’t matter to me that everyone else was trying to get rid of them--out, out, damned weed!--I thought they were pretty. Together, they looked like a fist full of sunshine. More than just a schoolgirl fancy though, I was convinced that a... Continue Reading →
This week my kids went to school. Normally that's not a noteworthy accomplishment. But we're living in anything but normal times. Then on Wednesday the husband, who's been merrily working remotely from our bedroom, went into the office. The door closed behind them and I was left with an empty house and an empty day.... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, being a mother sucks. I could list the different ways in which it sucks. I could give you bullet points which highlight varying degrees of suckiness, but one of the things that sucks the most about being a mother is that if I do that, I am bound to get passive-aggressively well-meant comments like... Continue Reading →
Unless you're living under a rock (superb social distancing points), navigating this virus is affecting most aspects of our lives. It's upended economies. It's uprooted nations, plans, and traditions. The damn virus is upskirting us all--exposing fault lines within countries, within governments, institutions, and families. I feel a bit like a menopausal monkey, swinging wildly... Continue Reading →
If heart disease is the silent killer, passive aggressiveness is the silent marriage killer. It is astonishing how much rage a toothpaste tube or coffee mug on the side of the sink can induce. There really aren't that many hills worth dying on, choose your trenches wisely, carefully, and slowly. No one listens as much... Continue Reading →
I'm no stranger to mood swings. I've got 18 months of pregnancy hormonal mood swings under my belt, plus decades of PMS, plus menopause. And I'm married to a Gemini. I thought I had this shit down. But honestly, the speed at which I am cycling through Corona moods is giving me whiplash. Any given... Continue Reading →
I am not a natural optimist. Realist bordering on pessimist perhaps, glass half empty--but because I drank it. But definitely not an optimist. There is no sunshine in my Suzy. There is no Anna in my Polly. On the other hand, there's no rain on my parade either. But there are definitely clouds. Sometimes wind.... Continue Reading →
Half-Dressed Hilda If a mullet is business in the front, party in the back, Hilda is the work-from-home equivalent. From the neck up it's pearls, makeup and softly styled hair, but below that beaded necklace? Hilda is a hot, sloppy, gloriously comfortable mess. She hasn't worn a bra for weeks. She can't remember the last... Continue Reading →
At any given time, on any given day, there are approximately 97 thousand things I should or could be doing. Laundry, updating vaccination records, working on another novel that will probably go nowhere. Super fun stuff, right? I mean, hell, my wedding photos, which are nearly 19 years old, still aren't in an album. My taxes... Continue Reading →
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