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There are limits to my openness

Before reading this post, if you are related to me through blood or marriage, please stop now. It will save all of us a load of discomfort when we see each other face-to-face at the holidays. Thank you. I love you. Ok. Here we go. Jim likes to think that we are entirely open with one another. Physically. No embarrassment, no shame. He’s right to some extent. It’s true that we...

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...

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...

Muchas gracias and congratulations

First, thanks all for your very kind emails in response to my last post. The medical excitement in my life is an emotional roller coaster right now, but all the support is so helpful. Jim’s being a superstar. He’s been in so many doctors and hospital waiting rooms lately that he’s beginning to rate and critique them. Maybe he should start a new section on Yelp.com. A...

Impromptu date! Sort of.

The romance is not dead, people! As our seventh anniversary draws closer, Jim and I have been trying to keep things spicy by doing new and different things. And I’m not talking rated-x stuff (I’ll save that for another post). We’re going to new places, seeing new sites, and infusing as much of our time together with affection, joy and energy. Even when it comes to our mundane...

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. ...

Home is where the husband is

I’ve been away from home for almost 3 weeks. The first half of the trip was a delightful (heavenly, relaxing, much-needed) vacation with Jim. The second half of the trip brought us to my hometown of Plymouth, New Hampshire. My mom had knee replacement surgery and we were there to help out. Jim had to leave after a few days to go back to work, but I stayed to play amateur physical...

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.’ ...

A girl’s gotta read

Hey y’all…an off-subject post here, but we wanted to add some thrills and chills by offering a little contest. The prize? BEACH READING! Who doesn’t love a great book in the summertime? And who wouldn’t love 5 of them?! My lovely publisher, Hachette Book Group, has kindly offered to one of our lucky readers a set of the following: Adam By Ted Dekker The Island By...

Who do you want to marry you?

I know, I know… the perfect person who loves you dearly.  Duh.  I mean, who would you like to officiate at your ceremony? As marriage becomes increasingly secularized, a growing number of couples are turning to their friends and family to perform the ceremony.  I have been to a couple of weddings that have gone that route and I have heard of plenty more. When Peter and I got...

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