Salty observations about life, love, and living abroad
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 →
Dating: Reservations at the super-fancy/can't really afford/won't like the food/you'll figure out how to pay the credit card bill later/restaurant; roses; fancy chocolates dusted with things that shouldn't be on chocolate Engaged: Jewelry, (bonus points if it's heart-shaped); Elizabeth Barrett Browning or Khalil Gibran poetry books; flowers, but not roses; thoughtful cards with sappy messages and... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
You know there's that famous Malcolm Gladwell "it takes 10,000 hours to become an expert at something" thing? Well, here's a partial list of things, which, by that criteria, I feel like I'm an expert in. Carrot peeling Closing doors Right-side outing socks Flushing un-flushed toilets Packing lunches Embarrassing myself Finding ways to say "no"... Continue Reading →
We've all had shit days. We've all had days when it feels good to unload on someone else: a secret we've been carrying, a ball of anxiety knotting its way through our digestive tract, a fear, an embarrassment, a hazy memory of dancing on a table after that shot of tequila... If we're lucky, we... Continue Reading →
Occasionally people ask me if I hate men. Playing a feminist version of the old "Bloody Mary" game of slumber parties past, I've stood with eyes squeezed shut and asked a mirror the same question. "Do I hate men?" "Do I hate men?" "Do I hate men?" When I've opened my eyes, the answer is... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
Sometimes the thankful gets buried under an avalanche of the...other stuff. The worries, the concerns, the humdrum, the fury. Recently, for me, it's been a lot of fury. Make no mistake, I'm thankful for the fury. It's protected my heart against the onslaught of grief which is no doubt coming. It acts as a buffer until my spirit... Continue Reading →
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