For most women, a poignant moment in their wedding is the traditional father-daughter dance. Or so I hear. I’ve also heard that there are in fact people out there who don’t live and breathe Guilt, who don’t lie awake at night running through a rosary of remembered Mea Culpas and...
What were they thinking?
My Kingdom for an Outlet
MIRTH has been on vacation. It wasn’t a mirthless one, mind you; I went back east to spend a few weeks with my fine fun family. Urging me years ago to start writing, my mother said, “I know you’re just waiting until we’re all dead so you can tell...
I Don’t Blame Bigfoot, & Other Anniversary Reflections
My 29th wedding anniversary approaches apace, and I must take some space to thank Husband for nearly three decades of devotion. I must also thank the gods of chaos and fate for arranging my marriage. I certainly had very little to do with it – I was young and...
Sex & Sin & (even worse) Empty Ice Cube Trays
For the second time in as many hot summer days I have gone to get ice from the refrigerator and found four empty ice cube trays stacked atop an empty ice bin. Now, there are always degrees of sin — at least in my shades-of-gray world. It’s bad enough...
They’re God’s Creatures, Too
Girlfriend of Son #1 says perkily the other day, “Gee! My fish is still alive! It’s been a whole year, and he isn’t dead yet!” I am good. I clamp my tongue firmly between my back teeth and smile through the ones in front. This benighted fish has been...