Annual Performance Review
I am shamelessly borrowing Mark Bazer of the Chicago Trib’s piece called Spousal Review. What better way to kick off the Spring season than with blatant judgment and acerbic commentary on one’s domestic relationships?
Apparently Mark and his wife have found some sort of connubial equilibrium by,
“each keeping a notebook in which we record all the […]
Interested and Interesting
It’s spring and it’s All Red Sox All the time at my house these days. I’ve had to warn the kids that baseball is the kind of sport that is played round-the-clock, each and every day until November and if we don’t fight the compulsion to watch every bleeding game we will lose some important […]
Something beautiful
Spring in New England is tumultuous; up and down, back and forth, driving rains and shrieking winds followed by the kind of sunshine that can make a person weep for the poignant return of something good. It feels appropriate, this riot of weather all tumbled up with the raw and unpredictable fluctuations of me. I […]
All Sky
Cathy Ladman is apparently funny. Who knew? I guess I’ve been living under a mossy rock for the past ten years because, until I googled her, I had no idea what I’d been missing. After reading the following quote attributed to Ladman: “Marriage is very difficult. Marriage is like a 5,000-piece jigsaw puzzle – all […]
A-Void-Ance
The existence of a book analyzing a person’s relative health based on the color, consistency and frequency of bowel movements does not, somehow, surprise me. In fact, when I first read about Josh Richmant and Arish Sheth’s field guide to excrement on Salon.com, I was not entirely bowled over (pun intended). It just seems simple […]
Tough Crowd
I was resolved to don my big girl panties and drag myself out of the doldrums. I’d been indulging my foul mood, wallowing in the mud of self immolation. I thought I was finished with all that. I felt ready to greet the new day but then there was the thing that happened at Elementary […]
Bitter Bowl of Punishment
This morning I am settling in to a big old bowl of consternation and regret. The usually delicious golden flakes and sweet granola clusters feel like pebbles in my mouth. The after taste of remorse lingers to remind me of what a first rate asshole I was to O this morning.
Usually, when he and I […]
Pity Party Encore
So it’s that time of year again…mid-March and the annual guys trip to Sebring is upon us. My Better Half is off today to spend five days and nights sleeping in a camper and living on the slope of a racetrack in central Florida with ten other sweaty, unshaven and heavily intoxicated men. And though […]
My O and His Existential Crisis
Last week was a banner week. The term banner means “unusually good”. But it can also mean just outstanding. To me outstanding can be good or bad, as long as it’s not ordinary. Last week was outstanding in that it was an advent, the beginning of the second half of my O’s childhood, where […]
Did I mention that I hate cats?
So resort week is officially over and the whole relaxation thing but a memory. No matter how hard I try to vacation, how completely I shake free of the anxiety and the pet hair and the mundane worries of the day to day, somehow all these things catch right back up with me upon return. […]
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