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…
The Many Moods of Corona
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…
It Took a Virus to Remind Us
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….
Nine People You’ll Meet During a Pandemic
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…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 