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 the same…
Tag: marriage
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…
Thanksgiving Heroes
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…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 