Ahhhh…the eighties. Remember that time? Driving your Hot Wheels up the street to have play My Little Pony v. HeMan with your best friend? (Just me?) You could just walk out the front door and as long as you were back by dark, no one called the police? And theContinue Reading
Conventional wisdom suggests that naming your fears will help you to conquer them. While I have few remaining vestiges of the mental health trauma I experienced after the accident, I have discovered that I have developed a fear of enclosed spaces. Specifically – I have a fear of long underwaterContinue Reading
Sorry – I’ve been a bit delinquent in posting lately. There’s so much going on – and I have much to tell you (but not right now). I did want you to know though that I’m now officially a contributing writer to the UrbanMommies site. My first article, today, wasContinue Reading
Happy Zombie Chesus Day! (Sorry if this offends you – I am a lapsed Catholic and have the utmost respect for whatever beliefs you may or may not have – but would point out that the dude rose from the dead according to the story…so…zombie). Anyhoo…the last few days haveContinue Reading
I didn’t write about it here…but at Christmas, the Goblin King and I had another wobble. Although we have a very specific holiday agreement, it’s not in the court order. And although I strive wherever possible to ensure that we’re both on the same page well in advance of eachContinue Reading
Some days, I feel like there’s a divorce continuum – and I’m on the lower end of the spectrum. On the high end? Princess Goop and her ex and their conscious uncoupling. As pretentious as the whole announcement was – I feel a minor jealousy pangs that people like Gwyneth andContinue Reading
Like most healthy couples, Hubs and I have had discussions about what happens if one of us gets sick. Not so much the day to day. More about our philosophies on life…and death. Of course we have our wills up to date, our financial affairs in order as much asContinue Reading
If you’ve followed my Grandmother Diaries, you’ve “met” my Gran. All my life (and most of hers), Gran’s younger sister Minerva lived a block away. I’m not quite sure how it happened…my Gran moved into the house she was in most the time I knew her after my Grandfather died.Continue Reading
I am weary. You know it’s not in my nature to fight. That’s why you thought I was the perfect wife. That’s why you were so surprised when I left. I’ve rarely agreed with you, but with enough pressure, I would generally acquiesce to your demands. I suspect it’s alsoContinue Reading
