Uplifting And Positive News
As falls go, this was like gravity on steroids. One minute, my husband was about to pull off one of his frequent flyer mile miracles. New Year’s week flying around the world on Singapore Suites First Class. As he does, he was about to pull off a $23,000 trip by paying about $78 per person. Then, came the computer glitch. The trip fell apart. Which brought the question what to do next?
It’s pathetic, really. Sure, it looks pleasant enough. This year’s family holiday card. I managed to herd all four family members. Everyone combed their hair. Put on a clean sweater. There we are gathered around the Christmas tree, Smiling our bright smiles. I could almost post “#winning.” Except for one thing, I need to share, To confess. As lovely as our holiday photo is this year. It’s
I could tell you this was an accident. A moment of impetuousness. That would be a lie. The truth is I’ve been thinking about, Imagining, Planning this for weeks. This is what happens when a husband travels a lot. As has been the case with mine. Out Tuesday. Back Thursday. All for business. All productive. Admirable. And, And, Leaves me with freedom to do something he’d never approve of. Sleep with our dog in the bed. Before you judge, Let’s
This was not in the book. Not in the book about marriage. The one with 276 questions you and your intended should ask each other before you say, “I do.” So you really know each other. Your true wishes and desires. How you go about things. Almost like you’ve known each other all your lives. Instead of the months you’ve been dating. Somehow, Husband and I sailed through all the really big stuff. Religion. Politics. Raising kids. It was pretty
The call came at 8:45. As it does each morning. Not my phone. My friend, Gene’s. It was his dad. His 91-year-old dad. “We don’t actually say the words out loud,” Gene said, “But it’s his daily, ‘Yes, I’m alive’ call.” Some days the calls are short. Some days longer. Monday was a chatty call. Dad felt like talking. So, Gene shared his story from the night before. How he had splurged. Dug into his family wallet to take his
My marriage is going nowhere. At least, that was the case this weekend. This wasn’t our intention. The plan, rather, Last second, as it was, Was pretty grand. I had seen early Saturday morning that my favorite singer was in town for a concert. The guy you pretend is singing to you. Or, if that is kind of creepy because you’re old enough to be his mother, That you would’ve been the girl he was in love with when you
I finally get all this historic solar eclipse stuff. Not the science part. I’ve understood that for some time. At 1:16 pm EDT on Monday, the moon will butt its way between the sun and Earth. It’s going to make things really dark in the middle of the day across America. Such excitement! The plans and celebration! People are traveling thousands of miles hoping to see a total eclipse. I get it. Though, I don’t believe all this enthusiasm is
Something unbelievable is happening in my daughter’s bedroom. Behind a closed door. I know what she’s doing in there. Something big. Something heartbreaking. Something totally expected. Daughter is packing for college. I want to run in there 1,425 times an hour. “Have you thought about…?” “Have you considered…?” I stop myself mid-knock outside her door. I’m determined not to be that parent. Have you seen them? There is a special Facebook page for parents of students going to the same
Panic set in this week. During a phone call home while I was out of town. A last minute trip I’ll tell you about sometime. For now, this panic was about our “newish” puppy. Because of the last second nature of this trip, I left all the animals in care of my husband. There was a time when this would’ve seemed impossible. This man who didn’t want any pets. This man who has come so far. Early on, he learned
Italy. The answer is Italy. If you caught last week’s column, Dear Reader, you left me stuck on a mountain top in Oman with a husband who was using frequent flyer miles prowess to get us home. “How about Milan?” he piped up as he worked his booking voodoo. He found a beautiful hotel and two first class seats through Dubai into Milan. For pennies, as he’s apt to do. “We can tour the city. We can go to Lake
