Tag: marriage
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‘She doesn’t even act married’
I am married. And I don’t always wear my rings. Recent gossip has decided to surround this fact. Before you burn me at the stake, let me explain why. ———————– Almost 5 years into my marriage, and I still don’t quite have this wedding-ring thing down yet. I forget to wear them when I should…
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‘She doesn’t even act married’
I am married. And I don’t always wear my rings. Recent gossip has decided to surround this fact. Before you burn me at the stake, let me explain why. ———————– Almost 5 years into my marriage, and I still don’t quite have this wedding-ring thing down yet. I forget to wear them when I should…
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It doesn’t get any better than this
In case that last blog post wasn’t enough poetry for you: I present a couple of my favorite poems, because today is Valentine’s Day and it’s all about love and I love poetry and poetry loves love. Or something like that. (and not all of these love poems are happy love poems, but as you’ve…
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It doesn’t get any better than this
In case that last blog post wasn’t enough poetry for you: I present a couple of my favorite poems, because today is Valentine’s Day and it’s all about love and I love poetry and poetry loves love. Or something like that. (and not all of these love poems are happy love poems, but as you’ve…
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Going to the gym on the day of their divorce
In those final days before the end she stopped picking apart his every move saw their time together for what it was this man that she had loved and known But today it is time to choose divorce or devotion, love or lose They pack their gym bags and head out Exercise side by side…
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Going to the gym on the day of their divorce
In those final days before the end she stopped picking apart his every move saw their time together for what it was this man that she had loved and known But today it is time to choose divorce or devotion, love or lose They pack their gym bags and head out Exercise side by side…
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Reason #143 why husbands rock
Because sometimes, you wake up grumpy from a nap and find something like this waiting on your mousepad. Husbands know how to bring a smile, every time.
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Writing to Chicago
In honor of Nanowrimo, (or perhaps to keep myself from cheating and using old material) I am publishing some short stories I wrote in college. Let me repeat: I wrote in college. Apologies in advance. Brandy had been sitting in the Accord so long she could barely see past the steam collected on the windshield.…
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10 years ago | 10 years later
Written on August 29, 1994: In ten years I would like to be out of college and married. [10-year-later update: I was 4 years out of college, and I was married exactly 10 years and 6 days after this was written] I want to be a journalist at a large newspaper, perhaps writing editorials. [10-year-later…
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10 years ago | 10 years later
Written on August 29, 1994: In ten years I would like to be out of college and married. [10-year-later update: I was 4 years out of college, and I was married exactly 10 years and 6 days after this was written] I want to be a journalist at a large newspaper, perhaps writing editorials. [10-year-later…
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Friends of the opposite sex – good idea or off limits?
I am a married woman (happily, for the record.) One of my best friends happens to be a guy. Ronnie and I have spent a lot of time together, needless to say, but every time we go out to bars people always find it shocking that not only are we not together, but we both…
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Friends of the opposite sex – good idea or off limits?
I am a married woman (happily, for the record.) One of my best friends happens to be a guy. Ronnie and I have spent a lot of time together, needless to say, but every time we go out to bars people always find it shocking that not only are we not together, but we both…
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It was a curvy road finding you
But when our eyes touched joined in our new world I could do nothing but stare and wonder what it would take to know you to hold you and then we said hello Cedar Mountain was ours but it couldn’t keep us You belonged to the shore but my heart was yours You were in…