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…
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…
My husband gets mad when I mourn the loss of our “newlywed” status, so I will refrain from belaboring my sincere sorrow, instead of delight, at the passing of our first anniversary. Know that the sorrow is there, however. Much…
When John and I got married, many people used the metaphor “chapter” when speaking to us. The numerous “What an exciting chapter in your lives,” “This is the first of many chapters” and “Chapter 1” phrases spoken in the greeting…
The Hubby’s birthday was this past week. Visions of creating a big, decadent–and pretty–cake for him never materialized in my mind. The three-layered white-chocolate frosted chocolate cake that I blogged about a few weeks ago? Not for my birthday boy. No,…
Recently, my friend Tassja wrote a blog post about food. Specifically, her post is about her experiences as a Sri Lankan vegetarian living in the omnivorous, conservative Midwest. (If you are interested in reading her article, click here.) She concluded…
I am a big fan of being productive. It is one of my qualities that, frankly, annoys my husband. I know this because when I began a question the other day that started with, “Babe, could we…” He interrupted (in…