You know how they say the number one thing married people fight about is money? I hate that it is the number one thing that Tom and I fight about too, because we don’t have one of those marriages. We have a happy marriage. But bring out the budget talk, or, worse, the Freelance Eviscerator [...]
Today at church I entertained some (quite probably blasphemous) thoughts. I was bursting to share them, but I restrained myself throughout the beautiful, music playing softly in the background lesson on Jesus Christ, our chosen Leader and Savior. As soon was we walked in the door afterwards, rushing to change into comfortable clothes (pajamas) and [...]
It is 4:03 on Friday morning, and I had another dream that my husband is divorcing me. I am not insecure in my marriage; it’s only when I’m pregnant that I have these serial abandonment dreams. This one was a continuation of the last one, so it just got worse. This time I asked my [...]
Last week on our walk I told Chrysanthemum all about Penelope Trunk’s complicated love life. I also told her about my favorite of Penelope’s posts ever — it has “language” but may be the truest elegy to motherhood ever written. If you don’t recognize yourself in her post, I envy you, but I also think [...]
Mr. Bennet hasn’t worked from home in many months. I know, theoretically, that his job is to create help for software and that mine is, primarily, to raise children. In the abstract this is fine — I don’t want to waste my life writing instructions for some application that three people in the world will [...]
Dear Tom, I make it a point to be honest and candid here, to be real. And that has led to two major problems. 1) It perpetuates one of the myths of our marriage, that I am always the “bad guy” who yells and swears and overreacts and criticizes the way you “park” the car. [...]
Just now I sat down at my laptop to check my email and blog feeds before mopping the kitchen. Today was so nondescript I couldn’t answer when Dick asked how it was. I am menstruating, to put it clinically, and the weather is gray. Spot has finally toned down the whiny squeak that had me [...]