Boy and girl, though young and immature, both recognized Their Pull. Pulling like an electric current around a giant loop. A tingly, weighty, attraction. Attracting them towards each other – their hands, their hips, their hearts. Hearts and bodies aged, and the older they grew, the stronger Their Pull. Pulling them with a sharp yank if they tried to push back. Back to back … Continue reading Their Pull
Dating my husband was fun, especially when things started to get serious. We used to talk on the phone for hours, sharing our thoughts and our fears and our pasts with one another. We met early for breakfast and we gave each other loving glances over our coffee cups, soaking up each other’s good looks. We stayed up late watching movies in bed, cuddling close, … Continue reading Marriage Isn’t Always Fun (And That’s Okay)
After the holidays most of us are familiar with the post-celebratory letdown. The saying goodbye to the getting together, the laughing, the gaming, the feasting. The saying hello to the unpacking, the de-tagging, the washing-drying-folding-and-putting-awaying. The uncomfortable realization that our pants are now one size too tight (or in my case, TWO sizes too tight, since I went into December already a size overboard). Most people are ready to … Continue reading Sometimes Being a Cob-Rolling Gluttonous Pig is the Best Way to Say I Love You
In my head, I sometimes envision the relationship Mr. Grouch and I have to be like that of oil and vinegar. While the two are capable of meshing beautifully, each one’s flavors and textures complementing the other’s, they also have the natural ability to fight one another, slowly separating until jolted back together. The two of us are more than capable of arguing about anything … Continue reading When Easter Means More Than Easter
A Morning Grouch 