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My Priest

My husband has a very unique gift: people talk to him. I don’t just mean they converse; I mean they open right up and confess to murder! You have no secrets once you shake hands with John. Somehow, despite your best reservations, your mouth loses its filter and all your well-hidden motives tumble out. It makes him a […]

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Sap

Everyone does it. Okay — I hope everyone does it. You’re holding something that’s hot or dripping or sticky, etc. Your destination is far away so, being a member of the intelligent, adaptable human species, you quickly make a detour. The pan doesn’t make it back on the stove, but it gets to the sink. […]

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Hiding

 It’s a crisp late afternoon and I just put on a pot of tea. I’m watching the first snowfall of the season as the day stretches into dark evening. I’m in a reminiscing mood. Last week, I posted something on Facebook that resulted in a larger response than I anticipated. It wasn’t anything profound, I […]

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Gifts

John came home from work last night with a “surprise.” Apparently he was offered some industrial-strength fridge magnets at work. (See photo below.) He was displeased with my nonchalant thank-you, however. “Why aren’t you more excited that I got you something?” Sigh. I always assumed women made things pretty easy on men. We have the […]

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Scooped

Scoop: Originally journalistic lingo, it means someone else “dug up” a story before you did. We stumbled into the porch, our arms laden with bags. John was carrying his big work satchel/computer and a million little things he’d needed at work that day. I was sporting my own giant bag with purse and lunch kit […]

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Carrots

We had a fight. Like most fights, it ended about something different than what it began with. Like most fights, I couldn’t tell you what it was about even if I did want to broadcast it to the world. It concluded with me in the bedroom, resting and wiping away tears. He left for the […]

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Discernment

The wife of a reporter learns to adapt in many ways. She gets accustomed to him working weekends. She pleasantly pauses their movie when his phone rings. She never expects him home on time. She accepts that her reputation is tied to how the public feels about the fairness of his articles today. She stops […]

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