I’d forgotten about the white gloves. Back in the early 1970’s, we Junior Girl Scouts did indeed wear them to complete our uniforms, with our official Girl Scout ankle socks and beanies. It wasn’t until you became a Cadet that you got to wear hose and heels and a...
Quirks & Foibles
Oh Death, Where Is Thy Dance Card?
For most women, a poignant moment in their wedding is the traditional father-daughter dance. Or so I hear. I’ve also heard that there are in fact people out there who don’t live and breathe Guilt, who don’t lie awake at night running through a rosary of remembered Mea Culpas and...
I Don’t Blame Bigfoot, & Other Anniversary Reflections
My 29th wedding anniversary approaches apace, and I must take some space to thank Husband for nearly three decades of devotion. I must also thank the gods of chaos and fate for arranging my marriage. I certainly had very little to do with it – I was young and...
Bite your Tongue and Pass the Velveeta
“Don’t you have a blog entry or something to do?” asks Husband, somewhat crossly. So here I am. We are looking out the patio door at the wonderful jungle of an Eden Husband has created in our small stark square suburban backyard. When he first started digging up the...
The Thou Shalt Nots of Happiness
So my attention is caught by a list of fifteen things we must give up in order to achieve happiness. They have me at commandment number one. Number two is also close to my heart. I begin to feel uncomfortable: How many of the next thirteen will lay essential...