content top

Enter the Baby

Enter the Baby

Here’s the first thing I generally say to people who have just had their first child: So, has it completely changed your life? Duh, of course it has.  What I’m really trying to tease out of them is this: Now that you have a child, has life taken on a more urgent and deep meaning?  Do you feel alive and vital?  Are all of your priorities reordered as the universe intended?...

Nothing says romance like a discussion a...

Nothing says romance like a discussion about joint finances

Imagine this: a home-cooked dinner for two, candles throwing a gentle and flattering light, sexy jazz playing softly … and spreadsheets marked up with red pen covering every surface of our living room. That’s right, Jim and I are planning an evening of budget planning. To date, dealing with money has been the most difficult subject to tackle in our marriage. We both entered our...

Shopping Cart Blanche

Shopping Cart Blanche

While I never had the opportunity to shop in Soviet Russia, my guess is that the Trader Joe’s in Union Square is as close to the hammer and sickle as I’m going to get.  The only difference is that I choose to be there and my hair isn’t feathered.  The florescent lights zombify everyone below, the shelves are often bare and the lines are as epic as the 45th...

What image does the word ‘wifeR...

What image does the word ‘wife’ conjur for you?

As you undoubtedly know, last week one of TV’s most iconic moms, Barbara Billingsley of Leave it to Beaver, died at the age of 94. Her death got me thinking: when someone says the word “wife”, the first image that pops into my head is that of black & white, 1950s television icons like June Cleaver. While I grew up with wifely icons on TV like Claire Huxtable and...

Women on the verge….

Women on the verge….

I just witnessed, what I think was a woman coming undone.  Here’s my dramatic reinterpretation: A half-full bus, daytime.  The passengers quietly reading, texting or gazing out the window. A man speaks on his phone.  Not too loud – conversationally.  All is peaceful. All of a sudden, a woman jumps from her seat and throttles her body towards the man on the phone. WOMAN:...

Ready, Set…Wife! Podcast begins!

Ready, Set…Wife! Podcast begins!

Podcast: Play in new window | Download (7.7MB) Have a listen to our introductory podcast!  And then ask us some questions we can explore in future episodes. Enjoy! Ready, Set…Wife! Podcast #1 “Weddings”

Getting gray(er) together

Getting gray(er) together

Jim and I celebrated his birthday by spending an afternoon at the Morton Arboretum in Illinois. We enjoyed the last sunny, semi-warm days before Chicago devolves in the chaos of lake effect snow and inhumanly frigid winds. It was so sweet to walk hand in hand, the leaves crunching beneath our feet. I loved it there. And Jim was so happy and peaceful. We revel in the outdoors. We even...

You’ve Come a Long Way Baby…

You’ve Come a Long Way Baby…

This past weekend, Peter and I attended the wedding of a dear friend of mine from high school.  The ceremony was a decoupage of French, Persian and American traditions – each layer building on the last – resulting in a simple and elegant expression of two people in love. My heart rate was elevated slightly during the cocktail hour because a former boyfriend was afoot.  Our...

No apologies necessary

No apologies necessary

Recently, Scientific American published an online article about a study that found women apologize more often than men. Sorry, but that’s really no surprise. I’ve been working for a long time on ceasing the habit of apologizing for my existence. I’ve made a huge amount of headway, but I know I’ve still got miles to go. I haven’t entirely put my finger on all my motives...

Cell Hell

Cell Hell

I own an Andriod phone – scratch that – it owns me.   I use it all the time and hate every second of it.  My seething rage is not specific to the Andriod, it’s all smart phones I abhor.  I hate how the social landscape has been completely upended by texting, emailing and google maps. It’s as though we have regressed back to childhood, unable to face the...

« Older Entries