Post* Pandemic Holiday Reality Check
Our Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays have always only included grandparents, because we live close to grandparents and nobody else. I’ve celebrated Chr...
Category: Marriage
When you can’t really help
My husband and I talked briefly yesterday about some things, and now I better understand where the sadness and sulkiness is coming from. It’s not that he&...
Chasing the ever-elusive perception of “fair”
As you know, I was gone last weekend, for a full 48 hours, which means I’ve been in my husband’s “debt” all week. It’s been a hard...
Pandemic Holiday Redux: The not happy to be here again edition
Remember how happy I was that I didn’t have to agonize over how we should spend Thanksgiving, or manage differing levels of risk aversion during a pandemi...
Friday Follow up
I’m having a follow up day at school – a day to get some stuff done so it doesn’t languish in their binders and hanging files. We’re fin...
Remaining objective when you’ve ingested the patriarchy’s Kool Aid
A couple weeks ago, my husband admitted that he was really struggling, and asked for support. He said he really unhappy, and that while there were many things c...
When improvement has little to do with you
I recently re-read Brené Browm’s The Gifts of Imperfection. I came across her Sisters Strong Summer podcast episodes and decided to buy the 10th anniversa...
My Marriage: The Pandemic Addition
So people (at least a few!) enjoy it when I talk about my marriage. I haven’t talked about it as much lately because things are (surprisingly!) pretty goo...
Wait and see
My plans to travel to Nicaragua are imploding spectacularly. I have made so many, many mistakes that the only thing I can be sure of is that this will most cert...