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…

If It Takes 10,000 Hours to Become an Expert…

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”…

My Life as a Sponge

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…

Best of Men and Best of Husbands

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…