Living in fantasy land
Living in fantasy land
When I was third grader, there was a boy with whom I’d play house during recess. Just to be clear, I said house, not doctor. I wasn’t that sexually advanced. When I played doctor as a little girl, I actually pretended I was a doctor. Anyhow, “house” consisted mainly of my little boyfriend building things out of branches and rocks and me “cooking” by smashing acorns and...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...Who takes the lead?
Who takes the lead?
Just a quick note today as I’m running off to some more yoga teacher training this week. It’s been crazy intense. I’m exhausted and my body feels as if I spent an hour in the spin cycle of my washing machine. Tonight, Jim and I go to our beginning Latin Dance class. This is Day Four. And we’re not so good. Yet. We signed up in order to have another date night during the week...Keepin’ it real
Keepin’ it real
Last night Peter and I went to see one of our favorite bands from the halcyon days of Clinton, MST3K and the Internet Bubble – Pavement. When we were rocking out to them in the 1990′s we had no idea who the other was. Peter was busy hanging with his college radio buddies and I was busy pretending to like black coffee in suburban Maryland. Only gaining fame within the...Date Night
Date Night
When Peter and I pass the fancy Italian restaurant on the corner, I always ask, “When are you going to take me on a date here?” This place is the real deal. Black Escalades line-up out front along with women – hair measuring the circumference of the sun - in designer heels, busty frocks and enough gold to save the banking system. It’s the kind of place...Geek love
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...Unexpected sparks among the crumbs…...
Unexpected sparks among the crumbs…
I’m going to warn you, you might need to turn on your “Sappy Blog” filter for this one. We just received some home baked cookies from our kind neighbors. I baked them a cake last week and they returned my tin filled with some baked goods of their own. Very thoughtful! Yesterday Jim grabbed a couple for a snack and while he was munching, I asked how they were. He...Happy anniversary, Sugarbutt!
Happy anniversary, Sugarbutt!
It’s our seventh anniversary today and it only hit us recently that we’re no longer newlyweds. It’s scary how quickly time flies past. We do our best to live in the moment and stay present, but regret there are still times when we tune out. In the past year or so, we’ve been doing our best to combat the dreaded Marriage Blackout and as a result we’ve been more connected,...Big heart, small space
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. ...The Wives are...
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