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Category Archives: marriage

Shades of Grey

They entered my life stealthily with no fanfare and no invitation. They took up residence without me even noticing; in fact it was my husband that told me of their existence. I now have grey hair. There are not many, but I know once a few take up residence it is just a matter of (…) MORE »

Heather’s No Good-Horrible-Terrible-Very Bad Day(s)

I am seriously pissed off. My bad day started yesterday when two different friends confided that they’re struggling with insensitive husbands. Now, my marriage, as many of my close friends and all of facebook knows, is so far from a Saturday afternoon picnic that it doesn’t actually include any picnic paraphernalia at all, except, perhaps (…) MORE »

A PRAYER FOR HER LIFE – A Short Story

“Lord, please take care of her.  She’s so frail…” I falter and don’t know what else to say.  If God knows my deepest thoughts, why do I ever bother trying to pray?  Then I think of my husband and his sister, Lee.  The way she clung to me in the airport last night. “At least, (…) MORE »

I Used to be a Backyard Nudist

I used to be a backyard nudist. My husband and I called it “Nude Scone Time”. Like somehow we could make being nude in our back yard respectable if we used a British tea term. We live in the desert where the temperatures allow for nearly year round “Nude Scone Time”. And in a city (…) MORE »

How do I thank you? Let me count the ways…

  Today, February 13,  is my husband’s 40th birthday and in all honestly, I felt it would be selfish on my part to leave him out of the get,born adventure.  I think most moms can relate to some of my thanks dedicated to him below.  Happy birthday honey!   Thank you for introducing me the (…) MORE »

An Honest Mom on Taking Care of Myself

Before I became a mother, I was grotesquely good at taking care of other people. I credit my naturally empathetic, sensitive nature, my incredible-caretaker mother and my co-dependent upbringing. In the months before I got pregnant, it dawned on me that my constant tracking of other people’s emotional and physical needs could be an asset (…) MORE »