My husband didn’t mind. Not because he’s particularly keen on us having sharesies with others, but because I didn’t fall in love with another man. Or a woman. I fell in love with many men and women. All of them, in fact.
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Traveling Alone, I Fell in Love
Posted in Art, Falling in Love, Marriage, Relationships, Romance, Travel on September 7, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
The Beginning and End of an Anniversary
Posted in Connection, Existential, Finery, Marriage, Romance on August 28, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
With an anniversary on a Monday, you don’t have that many choices about what to do: celebrate it on the weekend, because Monday’s a work day, lots of places are closed on Mondays, and you’d better celebrate early rather than late to avoid the miscommunication that your anniversary doesn’t matter, maybe celebrate twice, but which […]
The TV is Turned Up, Way Up
Posted in Aging, Emotions/Inner World, Isolation/Belonging, Marriage on May 15, 2012 | 1 Comment »
My folks are visiting. The soundtrack of their visit turns the volume of all devices, including throats, up to 11. [They’ve never seen This is Spinal Tap and if they did, would likely not find it particularly funny].
My Grandfather’s Cologne
Posted in Connection, Death/Loss/Grief, Grandparents, Marriage on April 17, 2012 | Leave a Comment »
After my Grandfather died, my Grandmother would sometimes wear his cologne. In my memory, it’s Aramis, but that was what my high school boyfriend wore, so it’s quite likely I’ve overlapped histories and memories to create something meaningful yet factually inaccurate. But the part about her wearing men’s cologne – her man’s cologne – after […]
“You’re not the boss of me.”
Posted in Children, Marriage, Wisdom on December 25, 2011 | Leave a Comment »
Small children know a lot. They know rules to games, jump-rope rhymes, how to avoid eye contact with grown ups, how to hide the ubiquitous yet contraband Pokémon cards, even how to calculate time, since they are never done playing until at least two full minutes past the bell that signals recess is over. More […]