Posts Tagged ‘Marriage’
An old introvert learns new tricks.
Before Mom died, she and Dad regularly ate lunch in the dining room of their senior facility. Then everything changed, including me.
Continue ReadingSuper Bowl promises to a fan from his non-fan wife.
Michael will be watching the game with me. He’ll make a big fire in the fireplace, we’ll gather some snacks, leave any dishes left in the sink, and forget about returning phone calls. It will be a nice evening together, but I know I’m not the most thrilling Super Bowl companion.
So here are five promises I made to my husband to help maximize his viewing experience:
Continue ReadingA marriage role reversal story.
Often, I end up in the CVS greeting card aisle at 8 p.m. the evening of February 13, elbowing my way through a wall of sheepish men lined up three-deep, waiting to pick among the dregs of the red and pink cards.
Continue ReadingThe dumb end of a tape measure. A brilliant payback.
Yes, my handy hubby, someday soon you will accompany me to a place that strikes fear into the heart of many a man. A place that can weaken the knees of the toughest guy. A venue you’ve managed to avoid for years.
The fabric store.
Continue ReadingA simple question with a long answer. A one-act screenplay based on a true story
A kitchen, every surface covered with diced, sliced, or whole veggies, some still steaming and fragrant from the grill, some still raw.
Michael, Karen’s husband of 35 years, enters through the kitchen door, stage left. Dressed in colorful cycling gear, helmet in hand, he glistens in sweat, face red, dirt streaked on one calf, hair matted to his head. He looks tired but jubilant.
Karen stands at the kitchen sink, center stage. The afternoon sun shines through the spotless windows behind her, giving her hair a golden glow, her dewy complexion complimented by the soft pink flush of exertion. Trim and tan, she wipes a loose strand of silky blonde hair from her smooth forehead with the back of her youthful hand as she leans over to kiss her husband.*
Continue ReadingKeep your eyes open to the little things. Avoiding a thankless marriage.
Years ago, I sat across a table from my new husband as we enjoyed a night out on our honeymoon. As we waited for our food to arrive, the wait staff appeared, singing Happy Anniversary, and delivered a cake with a single flaming candle to the couple at the next table.
Michael and I looked at each other with wide-eyed awe and said, almost in unison, “Wow. A whole year.”
It was hard to fathom being married for a year. Now, it’s been 35.
Continue ReadingA birthday surprise.
At this very moment, as my husband opens this blog, he is probably spitting out his morning coffee and falling off his kitchen stool.
Continue ReadingComing unzipped.
Last week, my husband Michael and I were putting fresh sheets on the bed. He held up his pillowcase liner in one hand, a broken zipper head in the other hand, caught my eye, and we both doubled over in laughter. I leaned over, supporting my upper body on the bed because I was laughing too hard to stand up. Michael did the same, breaking out in a coughing fit like he does when he laughs uncontrollably.
I guess you had to be there.
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