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• Dick, marriage

  We who are your mothers and wives salute you!

  09.15.08 | Permalink | 15 Comments

  On Friday Dick had to attend his first (and hopefully last) Boy Scout Jamboral. Since the Boy Scouts have even more regulations and permits than merit badges, Dick and his boys were going to catch a ride with someone authorized to transport scouts, but the plan was for me to drop them off at the [...]

• blogging, personal history

  For my own personal history

  09.11.08 | Permalink | 6 Comments

  Memarie Lane has a great post today about how most of us are bit players (if not Kleenex-disposable extras) in the big scheme of life. That’s why (because I agree, not because of her post) I wasn’t going to write some grandiose “Where were you?” post about September 11th. Wasn’t going to say that we [...]

• health

  Katie Couric and Me: Dick Survives His First Colonoscopy, and So Will You!

  08.30.08 | Permalink | 10 Comments

  Dick’s maternal grandfather died of colon cancer at the age of 43. He was diagnosed about 18 months before that, and left behind a wife and three children. When I realized that Dick would be turning 33 next month, and that we have three children I cannot raise alone, I started asking about colonoscopies. My dad is usually [...]

• marriage

  I don’t know how that feels

  06.29.08 | Permalink | 12 Comments

  I’ve been telling my sister to get over the Prince of Darkness (PoD) since March. Except for the days when I agreed with her that “Sure, he might get an accidental lobotomy and a heart, and everything will be fine.” Then last week he threatened to sue for custody of the kids if she asks [...]

• motherhood

  Equal Parenting: Working Mom = Good, Stay-at-Home Mom = Bad

  06.17.08 | Permalink | 26 Comments

  After I had Sally, I sat on my donut while my womanly parts tried to shrink back to a non-raw-ground-beef-like consistency. Dick swept the kitchen floor, and I wept. Has any man shown this much love for his wife, that he would SWEEP THE FLOOR for her?

• marriage

  I’d rather go barefoot

  05.18.08 | Permalink | 7 Comments

  My wedding shoes made my feet bleed. Not that they were stilettos, or narrow, or flashy. They were solid white dress-up shoes (not pumps, never pumps). My mother sewed a lovely, simple dress, and I didn’t wear a bra. If I’d known how my breasts would sag after three children, I’d have worn a bra at twenty-one. I did think marriage [...]

• book review, health, motherhood

  The Book of Mom, redux

  05.12.08 | Permalink | 11 Comments

  It is very difficult for me to write this, but my conscience will not be silenced: I must admit that I have judged something unfairly. I have prematurely condemned it for being unoriginal and unenlightening. You know what doesn’t really bite? What actually has moments of soul-searching, and, as Sally (7) says, many scenes that [...]

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