John’s Kayak
The first time I learned that my husband built boats, I hadn’t yet met him. I was in high school and had just finished reading a fantastic novel. In my curiosity to learn more about the author — I was…
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Last night, my husband posed a loaded question. We were discussing anniversary plans (still a little early) and were in shock that we were preparing for year #2 already. “Be honest,” he said. “Back when we were getting married…did you…
Blonde girl
It is considered derogatory and sexist to refer to people’s moments of stupidity as “blonde moments” or stereotype them as “girl mistakes.” These terms have never really bothered me, perhaps because I know that, truthfully, I could easily fill a…
Remember that Christmas when…
Last weekend John and I decorated for Christmas. We picked out our tree at a pre-cut farm (no choose-and-cut for us — we aren’t that ambitious!) and managed to keep our tempers reigned in while shopping in crowded stores for…
Last Night
To Feel The fuzz from my grandmother’s afghan teasing my chin The heft of my husband’s body, his head upon my chest To Hear The crackling candles with woodchips for wick The silence, deep and thick in its peace To…
Healthy Communication
I have a very observant husband. As a writer and reporter, John can walk into a room and immediately discern the piece of a display starting to peel away from the wall or the tense vibe between his interviewee and…
Ouch
When accidents happen in books, the narrator usually slows down the plot, creating suspenseful buildup. When accidents happen in movies, the audience is forewarned by ominous music. In real life, accidents happen so fast you need a moment to regroup…