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...
A Dearth of Mirth
“You really need to make time for some MIRTH,” says Husband, helpfully. “Oh?” I say, in full attack mode. “And just what is that supposed to mean? You find me uptight and humorless and dour, lately? You think I’m dying by grumpy degrees for want of a creative outlet? ...
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...