Ghosts of New Years Past
I’ve brought in the New Year in Times Square, at a Night Out event in my hometown, at a house party, at home throwing my own party, and in a parking lot on the Navy base in Jacksonville because my husband had duty but I could sneak him away for a moment to wish him a Happy New Year and then drive back home alone.
Desperately Seeking Kitchen
New Jersey rental kitchen: tiny, broken wall oven, zero storage. I miss my Virginia kitchen. Meanwhile: crockpot it is.
It’s not easy being mean
Every fight in our marriage is about one kid. His. While he was at his mother's for Christmas we had not one argument. Now he's coming home. Ugh — it's not easy being mean.
Unpacking the Feels
A friend called to ask if I was done unpacking yet. It had been three days. The crock-pot was in a box labeled 'Deep Fryer.' So no. I was not done unpacking.
Notes from the Meeting of the RSA
Step through the past, present, and future notes from the meeting of reluctant stepparents anonymous.
