In briefly perusing my statistics for who’s been checking me out, I discovered that someone landed here after google searching "deadbeat husbands who do no work." My deadbeat husband is probably at this very minute wiping the sweat from his brow while re-building our front porch deck. Whilst I blissfully troll through blogland at…
Tale as Old As Time
**POSTING THIS TODAY, A DAY EARLY, ‘CUZ I’LL BE ON THE ROAD TOMORROW. APOLOGIES TO WICKED FOR GETTING ALL UP IN YOUR GRILL.** Darlin’s and my beginnings are an interesting tale. The one sentence summary is: we were both somewhat rootless when we met, but our long distance communications did eventually segue into marriage-with-child. Well,…
Mommy Wars
So. Any time somebody talks to you about their own life, and you have a parallel experience, you gotta listen to their story and react to it and care about it, rather than just waiting for your chance to tell your story. Like everybody else, sometimes I’m better at this than other times. For example…
I Do
Daniel and Elizabeth Berry Rose (that is really her name – delightful, no?) were married by her father on a wide green lawn in the shadow of the Tetons. The eight bridesmaids were asked to wear their own black dresses and shoes, and they carried clutches of wildflowers – the eight men wore black suits…
A Wyoming Wedding Day
The Morning The weekend continued to be disgustingly glorious, with brisk and bracing mornings, sun-drenched and comfortable daytimes, and pleasantly chilly evenings. Patrick and I woke on Monday and jumped right in the outdoor hot tub. (And by “jumped right in,” I mean we woke up, put on swimsuits, made coffee, changed the baby’s…