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Geek love

Do we choose our obsessions or do they choose us? Before the internet, cell phones, cable television and Activia, there were two telephone numbers anyone could dial — sans area code — that provided weather and time.   When I was a child, I had four telephone numbers memorized – my home, my best friend’s, weather and time. At the tone, the time will be...

It's a family affair

When I first got married, friends would ask if I felt any different.  It was a good question.  Peter and I had been living together for a year before our wedding day and were well aware of each other’s quirks, ticks and habits.  For example: Cathleen brushes her teeth with warm water. Peter eats cereal without milk. After our honeymoon, we returned to our same apartment, our...

Most well-rested spouse

I often fantasize about being my husband.  Mostly at night.  As we crawl into bed.  His ability to fall asleep within moments of hitting the pillow leave me both mesmerized and deeply jealous.  If we were competing for Most Well-Rested Spouse, he would be crowned in jewels and I would be stuck fluffing pillows. I love to sleep just as much as the next gal, but sleep doesn’t...

Oh Captain, my Captain!

I am in the process of converting my exercise phases into permanent lifestyle choices.  Over the years, I have maintained a seasonal commitment to fitness.  During the summer and fall I workout with the enthusiasm of a newly trained Jazzercise instructor. “I feel great!  Working out is like an endless sleepover!  It’s just the absolute best!!!” But once the...

The Surfer's Wife

My husband is a surfer.  He grew up a stone’s throw from the ocean and has been riding New England waves since he was a kid.  When I learned of his oceanic skills, two thoughts entered my mind. 1.  You can surf on the east coast?  Yes, you can.  There is a vibrant and healthy surf scene from Maine to Florida.  Who knew? 2.  I want to surf, too! I had never dated a surfer...

Take the money and run to your nearest t...

I had a good, old fashioned break-down last night.  It was about money.  It’s always about money. I don’t make enough of it.  I never have.  What sparked my emotional toilet flush was the realization – I’m always broke. Like a ton bricks hitting my head, I finally put two and two together.  If someone is chronically anything for a decade — overweight,...

Violence, art and trust

My friend emailed me a link to a New York Times article from 2008 that rattled me to the bone.   In early March of that year, two Italian performance artists set out on a journey titled Brides on Tour.  The collaborators, Pippa Bacca and Silvia Moro, adorned in beautiful white bridal gowns, planned to hitchhike through Italy, the Balkans and the Middle East promoting a message of...

These old school cookies rule!

I was lucky enough to be in Robyn’s living room yesterday as she was pulling “Selma’s Best Oatmeal Cookies” out of the oven.  Following the recipe from Peg Bracken’s I HATE TO COOK BOOK, Robyn recreated some seriously delicious cookies. I can’t stop eating them. Please visit Robyn’s post from yesterday for a chance to win the 50th Anniversary...

Big heart, small space

Want to test your marriage?  Move into a poorly ventilated, one bedroom apartment.  You will learn quickly if you and your betrothed have what it takes to be the last couple standing.  My husband and I declared amidst the howling winds of January that we would move out of our tiny apartment before summer hit this year.  Well, that didn’t happen.  And here we are. ...

Extra! California working to ban divorc...

I love me some political theater so you can imagine how pleased I was to learn about the 2010 Marriage Protection Act.  This grassroots initiative is looking to put the smack-down on divorce like Prop 8 did for gay marriage in 2008.  The campaign needs 700,000 signatures by 2012 to make the ballot. The slogan for the movement is, “You said ‘Till death do us part.’ ...

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