Marriage is a tough business. Anyone that says it’s not, that it’s easy, is either lying to you or to themselves. Two people, different interests, different families, backgrounds, hopes, ambitions that make it through the ridiculousness of dating to a proposal. A deal, they make a deal, to love only one person, think of that…
There’s no question Michael will not be please with this post or this picture. He’s private, but it had do be done. It’s a milestone. This past Saturday Michael turned 40. I’ve known him for 24 of those years. He’s bigger now, hairier, he tucks his shirts in and I can’t remember the last time…
I’m a romantic, hopeless many would say. Jane Austen, Tennyson, Byron, breathless words and sweeping gestures. The whole thing. I love it and I believe in it. I write novels that have happy endings and there’s no doubt that love can conquer all. I was getting my nails done last week and Jamie, the…
Midlife Crisis. I’m not exactly sure what it looks like, but I don’t want one. I’m picturing some 50 year old man in a Ferrari. Do women even have midlife crises? I thought we were too smart for that. Men, sure they have them. They get older, some of them start to lose their “abilities”…
I’ve been having a bit of an identity crisis lately. Warning, this blog may be a touch whiney and I realize I could be living in Haiti or missing a leg. I know…there are people a lot worse off than I am and quite frankly I’m sick of hearing about it. I want to wallow…
I hate to cook. I’m not sure if I hate it because I’m not good at it, or if I’m not good at because I hate it. Whatever the reason, I would rather clean a toilet bowl than make dinner. Fortunately for me I married a man that loves, that’s right LOVES, to cook and…
“You are so lucky”, she said. We were discussing life and she was commenting on how lucky I was to have children, a great marriage and a career. “I am very fortunate”, I replied and we left it at that. Later that evening I got to thinking. Is it really luck? I am not sure…
Today is Father’s Day. My father is not really a father, but more like a guy I used to visit in the summer when I was a child. My parents were divorced when I was three and while many family members have said my dad tried, he did not try hard enough. When I am…
I found one of my old journals last night. Below was my entry on January 6, 2005. I am thankful and more aware of just how blessed I am. I am thankful for: The early morning through my half open eyes when I get to sleep in A foot rub right in the arch of…