Tag: marriage

#14/100: Parting of the Ways

Lately we have become very taken by a reality show called Life Below Zero. The show features several people living in various parts of Alaska, above and below the Arctic Circle. These are people who catch thousands of fish in the summer, hang them… Continue Reading “#14/100: Parting of the Ways”

#10/100: My Favorite Mistake

My favorite mistake is sleeping on the couch wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a Milwaukee Brewers sweatshirt. When I tell people that we’d only known each other a few months when we married 30 years ago, deciding on one Tuesday to get… Continue Reading “#10/100: My Favorite Mistake”

#2/100: White Chairs

“Listen, I asked Derek if he would do a recommitment ceremony for us. It’d be nice. We could even do it here.” We were sitting on a bench at the botanical gardens watching bride after bride hustle by, guests in dresses with odd sashes… Continue Reading “#2/100: White Chairs”

My Husband Quit Drinking and I Lost 12 Lbs

I kid you not, a quirky phrase I love so much I wish I could say it every day. As a 12-year old, sitting in my bedroom doorway in my pajamas, I had a straight shot to the black and white TV in the… Continue Reading “My Husband Quit Drinking and I Lost 12 Lbs”

My Bad Boy

Frye boots, jeans, white shirt, black leather jacket. Attitude. I daresay for most women of my generation I have to say no more. Can you go thirty years on this? Yes, with plenty left over. _____________________ Written in response to a prompt from The… Continue Reading “My Bad Boy”

Goodbye Old Sock

In the dark desk drawer, she found the last long letter she’d written to dear departed Don, folded finely in fifths, saying sad serious things she hadn’t the heart to say out loud.  

Happy Anniversary

When you are married 30 years, people clamor for the secret. That’s not true. No one’s asked. You have to be a 115-year Russian guy living in a sod hut on the windblown steppes to make folks curious about your claim to longevity. Yogurt,… Continue Reading “Happy Anniversary”

Where are the Known Things?

The first test didn’t convince me but the second one did. I wasn’t pregnant. I received this news sitting on the toilet in a freezing gas station bathroom, the key with a big wooden handle labeled DOLLS balanced on the edge of the rusty… Continue Reading “Where are the Known Things?”

A White Suit and a Wise Man

My story is about a present, not a Christmas present but an unforgettable present, one that has lived in infamy for twenty years. I bought my husband a white suit. You know, the kind of white suit that Panama Jack would wear with, of… Continue Reading “A White Suit and a Wise Man”

All Dolled Up

I shouted down the stairs to my husband, “Are you going to wear your Packer sweatshirt to the show?” It was just a question. I wasn’t insinuating that he should change. So what if we were taking our granddaughter to the symphony downtown at… Continue Reading “All Dolled Up”

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