Every year for the last three, along with a group of friends, I’ve packed my bags, left color-coded instructions for my family, and flown off for a long weekend. If our annual women’s weekend (or as I christened it this year, Vajayjay Vacay) were a movie, here’s how I envision the poster: Six full-grown females,…
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To My Son, Who is Turning Thirteen
Here we are, on the verge of big, bad teenagerdom. I’m not going to lie, I’m scared. Not all the time, and not even about the big, bad things, but nevertheless, she persisted worrying. Have I done enough? Have I reminded you to please and thank you enough? Taught you how to tell a joke…
In Night Sweats and Snores, ’til Death Do Us Part
Sixteen years ago today I stood in front of family and friends and hitched my wagon to my (soon to be) husband’s star. In truth, I can’t say it was holy matrimony but it was definitely legal. Sixteen years on, I’ve learned a lot. If we had to stand in front of family and friends again…
State of the Union
A few weeks ago I kissed my husband goodbye at the door. He was on his way for a testosterone heavy weekend filled with skiing, beer, male bonding, and no doubt, copious fart jokes and lack of sex commiseration. For three days he could stop being Husband, Father, and the Holy Worker and just be one…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 