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I certainly didn’t want to be the one to tell him. When a friend came home with his adorable gray fur ball of fun seven years ago, I did all the things a fellow dog lover does to welcome a new pet lover into our tribe. Well, almost all the things. Deliver a basket full of puppy toys: check. Coo, snuggle, and make a big deal over that pink puppy belly: check. Offer up my
I knew the answer to the question. And, I knew it was best to not answer it. At least not 100% truthfully. This is a story about what I’ve learned about questions and marriage. I’ve made a 180-degree pivot in my views. Let me start by explaining that the foundation of our entire marriage is based on questions. Before Husband and I got married we went through a book of 289 questions prompting us
The things you learn about your friends on social media. I’ll give this friend the benefit of the doubt. I don’t think he meant to brag. Yet, there he was on Facebook talking about how his parents died as the richest people in the world. He had video evidence, as well. It shows his 90-something father, his mother, and other members of their family enjoying their riches. His brother even makes a cameo appearance, giving
I’m armed and I’m told, dangerous. No thing, no person is safe. Hello, my name is Daryn and I’m a recovering slob. Perhaps, “lazy clutterer” is a better label. Speaking of labels, Husband says this is the problem. The messy beginning We begin with the mess. First there was me. I passed my lack of tidiness off to being single for so long. Then, there was Husband. Surely, getting married would be the
“Where do you get your pretty blue eyes from?” a neighbor asked Daughter, looking at her and then over to me. “Certainly not from you,” she peered into my dark brown eyes. Daughter and I both paused. We travel through our daily lives like most mothers and daughters, loving and annoying each other. It’s moments like these that make us stop. They remind us of what was so obvious to the neighbor. We look nothing alike. They remind us that our family
It’s the kind of love you root for. You know that top notch person you adore who just hasn’t found her person? That was the story with an old friend and work colleague of mine. The beauty of social media as we lived in different cities and took different career paths meant I could follow along as she found love later in life. This friend’s new husband clearly adored her. That was evident from the photos
(I’m pulling out a column from way back in honor of the brave journalists covering the mess in Ukraine.) 10 years later I still can’t believe I did this. But, I guess when your mother catches you keeping one of the biggest secrets of your life, you do as you’re told. Rewind the tape to 2003 when President George W. Bush had declared the US would invade Iraq. If you remember correctly, he just didn’t say exactly when, which, it
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.
