My mother called these things "re-creating", or putting yourself back together after the world has taken you apart.
Healthy Choice
Holidays are Joyful?
Parts of my family like each other, and I *really* like parts of my family, but taken as a whole, my extended family should just not be in the same room.
Ave Maria
I don't often have the pang to go to church. My relationship with religion is rocky, an unrequited-love story that goes back to my adolescence. I stopped trying to get what I needed from church -- big "c" and small -- some years ago, but the impulse to crack open those dark doors still floats... Continue Reading →
They All Laughed
Tim and I have an anniversary coming up. It's not one of the big milestones, but as we were calculating the years we've been married and the years we've been together as a couple, we realized we've been together almost 20 years. Okay, so we're four years short of 20 years. But I was hit... Continue Reading →
Together Whatever
Tim and I are sick. Typically, we get sick separately, usually with him having symptoms and me following him around with a can of Lysol to ensure he doesn't get me sick. I quarantine him as much as possible, entreating him to cover his damned mouth when he coughs, washing dishes and bedding immediately after... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 