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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,...

A feminist can wear an apron

When Peg Bracken authored the best selling I HATE TO COOK BOOK back in 1960, it was undeniably the wife’s job to put a hot meal on the table every night, even if she had her own career or busy life. It didn’t occur to many men back then, including several male editors who passed on publishing Bracken’s book, that women might not actually enjoy this task. Bracken’s attitude was...

Having kids?

I, like many in my generation, decided to swap the suburban strip mall of my youth for a city bodega once I became an adult.  While I have no idea what the social scientific explanation is for this trend,  I can provide you with the theory I developed when I was 18:   Suburbs = uncool and cities = cool.  Now that I have turned 19 I can tell you that cities, while being very cool,...

An outbreak of PDA (public displays of a...

I have been witness to some pretty ugly bouts of inter-couple anger these days. Not call-the-cops-someone-is-going-to-get-hurt stuff, luckily, but snippy, snappy, mean-spirited ickiness. I even have friends who update their Facebook status when they are fighting with their husbands. It makes me cringe, to be honest. I was audience to a particularly odd passive aggressive argument on the...

And the winner is…

When Jim and I first married, I kept a lot of tallies. I felt like I was doing a lot of work and if my new husband left a pair of dirty socks on the floor that I had to clean up, I felt like a put-upon Cinderella. Jim didn’t know it, but he and I were embroiled in a competition over who did the most around the apartment. I had an idea that I was doing so much more to keep the...

Do you ever hide behind your (male) part...

I didn’t think I ever would. Until now. My contractor is doing a sloppy, slow job on our renovations. Today we got a voicemail telling us he is all done with the work. Clearly the job is not complete. It’s a mess in here. But as mad as I am, I want Jim to talk to the guy. I don’t usually back away from conflict. But why am I passing the buck to my husband? I keep...

Spring cleaning

The wedding dress… Some clever students in Britain have devised wedding gowns that can be reconstituted into five new outfits once the last guest has stumbled home and the centerpieces have been cleared into storage bins.  Their work is on exhibit now.  More info here: http://www.yorkshirepost.co.uk/news/Wedding-transformation-for-students-dissolving.6282969.jp All over the...

Home!

When you rely on a bus for your internet connection, it’s time to go home… I’m sitting here, on the Boltbus, sipping coffee and taking stock of the past six weeks of my life.  I have been traveling non-stop between New York and Boston to perform in a show about the Scott Brown senate election in Massachusetts, which closed last night.  My bum hurts from all the sitting I’ve...

Love & War

I’m a quiet fighter.  I begin with radio silence and then launch into a brutal stream of, I statements... “When you said blank, it made me feel blank.” Here we go… let the tense discussion begin! Peter and I “discuss fight.”  We don’t raise our voices and we talk it out until we resurface from the depths of marital woe.  Our fights have never...

So tired…so freakin’ tired…

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