Tales From A Middle-Aged Marriage

I have a weak spot for sap and sloppy sentimentality, especially when it comes to music. I mean, truly. I get misty just thinking about Total Eclipse of the Heart. So you can imagine how fraught with emotion my middle-aged self was last week when John Legend’s All of Me came up on my son’s…

Don’t go breaking my heart

I was ten the first time I kissed a boy.  It was under his porch, down the street from my own house.  His name was Johnny** and sometimes he wore a denim jacket without a shirt and rode a dirt bike in the woods behind his house.  Yes, the very same woods that would burn…

Tiger tiger, burning bright

A few weeks ago, my eldest son went to a school dance.  With 50 Kroner in his pocket and a spot quiz of my mobile number, he went off to shake his 8 year old groove, Gangnam Style.  He had a grand old time, but confessed that he was a bit confused about the girls…