Many years ago, or maybe just two, I wrote a *cough* fictitious *cough* post about the conversations Dads have with other Dads compared to conversations Moms have with other Moms, while kids are present.
This afternoon, during a telephone conversation with my neighbor, I had to snap at my kids for interrupting me, and my neighbor had to snap at her kids for interrupting her.
Our interrupted phone conversation reminded me of the post I wrote a couple of years ago. Trust me when I say, the post is timeless. Continue reading “Conversations between Neighbors :: A Comparative Study” →
“Do you remember, when we met? That’s the day, I knew you were my pet. I wanna tell you how much I love you.” So begins the song Sea of Love, written by Phil Phillips.
The song is on my mind for two reasons. First, Val Erde created a beautiful graphic painting titled, “Sea Love“, and she is sharing it with her readers. Second, today my husband and I are celebrating our 9th wedding anniversary. Between the Sea Love painting and the Sea of Love song, I am in a wonderful place.
Continue reading “Plain Jane Gets the Stud” →
I wanted boys. If I was going to try and give birth to babies, I wanted the babies to be boys.
I was born into a family of four girls and one boy. Estrogen was the dominant hormone, and I found myself craving testosterone.
Please understand, I have nothing against girls. Honest. I like girls. In fact, some of my best friends are girls.
What I failed to see with my Y-chromosome tunnel vision was the maleness that is attached to the boy. What do I mean by maleness? Well, I mean passing gas and laughing, scratching bellies and other parts, crumbs on the counter, crumbs on the couch, stinky socks, and the worst – toilets. Shudder Continue reading “Music to my ears” →