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I spoke too fast. Maybe I was simply defensive. Husband was so sure the answer was, “Yes.” I wouldn’t be surprised to discover the family was placing bets on the “when?” The question was simple. “Did you cry?” Who, me? I resemble that reputation Me, who has the reputation in this family of being the crier? Especially at the milestones. Like the time I cried when I took our daughters to get their
As bad days go, it was one of my worst in a long time. I say that knowing in the greater scheme of things, I have nothing to complain about. Usually, I can reset the day by focusing on something I am good at. But on this day, everywhere I turned, I seemed to be disappointing someone. A client. A family member. A friend. Enough is enough I made it until 3 pm when
There is so much to go through. A Dear Reader is packing up a lifetime. There is so much to give away, to sell, to find a home for, and sometimes to just let go. There’s the dining room table, the scene of a lifetime of joyous gatherings. None of her kids have the room or the need. Such tough choices And so, she will let it go. There are the folders and file cabinets.
I lied to my husband this week. Which sounds awful and horrible. Judge me, if you must. But first consider this: It was all for a good cause. And, And, He told me to. How we got to the lie It was one of those mid-January snowy gray weekends. Both daughters are gone. Just Husband, Pup, and I at home doing the kind of chores and tasks no one wants to
There was a perfectly good explanation. Daughter would call it horrifying. It started out simply enough, as these embarrassing stories often do. Somehow, Husband and I convinced Daughter to take a walk with us last weekend. We leashed up the pup and headed out. Hiding the house key Because we wanted to travel light, Husband hid our house key under an outdoor couch cushion. When we got back from the walk, Husband picked up the
Can we save them from dangerous choices? I knew it was a dangerous thought as soon as it popped into head. “What will I write about this week? Not much has happened.” This is always, without fail, when something happens. Something big. Trouble ahead It was Sunday evening. The sun was setting, tucking in a quiet weekend. Husband down in the yard working out on his weight bench. Pup by his side. Until
It was the call I’d waited for so much of my career. It felt like it dropped out of the sky late this summer. A new news organization reached out a saying they wanted to discuss an opportunity. I thought they would want me to produce uplifting and positive content, after all this is what I’ve been doing since losing my job as a network news anchor. They had bigger ideas. Much bigger. “Would
I never understood why he wanted the boat. Then again, there was so much I didn’t understand about their divorce. Why would anyone not want to be married to my phenomenal friend? Why would he cheat on her? Gaslight her? There are some things that are beyond explaining. Like the boat. Friend was and is a world champion barefoot water skier. Her husband wasn’t a skier. He hated going to the
Wedding cake mystery It was a mystery more than 60 years in the making. More than 60 years since LaMar and Julia married. More than 60 years since they saved the top tier of their wedding cake. Instead of eating it on their first anniversary, they kept it. Pretty much forever. For their forever. Four grown kids. Five grands. One great grand. Seven moves. Two countries. Each of those
It’s the hard boiled egg hack I’ve been looking for my entire life. This story starts with a mystery. Our messy life “Why would someone leave two random eggs sitting on a shelf in our fridge?” I asked myself as I went about my daily quest to keep the fridge somewhat organized. With these pandemic times, both Husband and I and working from home, youngest daughter doing Fall semester of college from her cave, er, room, the
