I will price shop for actual months before pulling the trigger on just about any purchase, big or small. My husband, on the other hand, is a different story. His story starts with “Once upon a time OH MY GOD ENOUGH WITH THE PRICE SHOPPING JUST BUY IT ALREADY!!!!”
Kids are a bit of a relational buzzkill. No, it's fine. We can all admit it.
And then, there he was, a different non-local colleague but one whose voice I recognized from our weekly team calls. I’d never actually met him and, if I’m being honest, I mostly zoned out when he spoke during our meetings. Yet, the moment we shook hands, lightning went down my spine. What in the actual eff??
I suppose in every divorce there’s a moment that can be pinpointed as the moment of “the turn”. An argument that led to a lean that led to the end of a relationship. A change in religion that led to heated discussions that led to distance that led to separation. Traumatic events that caused a … Continue reading The Car that Launched a Thousand Tiffs
Back when I worked in radio in Raleigh, there was a big wig called Phil (intentionally leaving out the last name...even though I'm still bitter...but I'm a grown up now, right?) who had a reputation in the industry for being a bit of a tyrant. I suppose nowadays we'd call him a bully, inappropriate, demeaning, … Continue reading The Church Lady
My husband just did his favorite thing - even more of his favorite because it involved my usual post vacation funk. And by funk, I mean, after months and months of planning vacations, I tend to come home and have a meltdown. I pretend I'm not going to. I try not to. I tell myself … Continue reading Reentry
Before: For as long as I can remember, once a year, my dad cooked one thing. Okay, that’s not fair. For much of my childhood, he did fix dinner during my mom’s annual trek to her parents' house. Like the time he made hamburgers with the ketchup and mustard inside. Which didn’t work out. His … Continue reading Bread Wars
"Oh, so you're their stepmom." "So they aren't your real kids..." And my favorite, "But you're not their real mom." I feel such a jolt when I hear these things - a combination of a stab in the heart (and a little in the back), anger, injustice and offense. And I often wonder if these … Continue reading But I am real.
I have very different relationships with each of my kids. With one, it is as close to a mother-child relationship as can be. With the other, it is solidly camped out on the step-mother side and, according to that child, an evil one at that. I always wonder if that's actually normal - if all … Continue reading A tale of two kids. But mostly one.
This isn’t a love story. Don’t get me wrong, I’m madly in love with Rich. He's my best friend and husband. Well, best friend that I also sleep with. We all know there are levels of best friends. You know who you are, other best friends. I still have no idea how I scored this … Continue reading Table for Four