What is wrong with me if she doesn’t like me? What does she say behind my back? Why am I always the instigator?
Is it possible to hold too high a standard in forming friendships? How do you know if you are?
I’ve been sharing my words in other ways this month. Here are some sneaky snippets.
Confession: Not many years ago, when I was young, I was under the impression that the best way to ask a favor or broach a difficult subject was to sidle up to it gently. I always preferred to drop enough hints about where I was heading that the other person could a) offer the adjustment […]
I guess you know that even when I’m not writing here, I am always writing, in some form or another? Here’s a glimpse into a few things I’ve sent to others in the last week or two. To a dear sis-in-law: Aw I LOVE the air plant you sent me! And that cute little log […]
Today begins a week’s worth of daily, pre-scheduled blog posts. This will clear my written but unpublished backlog and make a valiant attempt at ending the navel-gazing I’m fighting this spring. I’m sorry the posts don’t really ask much of you; that feels a little selfish but I can’t fix it right now. Thank you […]
So last night I had a dream in which Ryan was talking to a group of men about the challenges of communicating with women. He was acting out the roles, the way he can be toodling along in a conversation and then suddenly blind-sided by a sharp question from his wife. POW! Ryan staggered around […]
No, I haven’t forgotten. And yes, I offered the opportunity of writing this post to my husband, who laughed out loud. “No, really,” I said, “would you?” “I know better than that!” he said. So I waited. Two days later I asked him again. He looked startled and said “Goodness, when?” Which being interpreted is, […]
I forgot one crucial piece I was going to mention about communicating with men. 5. Round up. Not like a cowboy, like a mathematician. He means well, it just sounds different in manspeak. Round it up to the closest equivalent. Hm. = I’m listening, keep talking. Aw. = You poor dear girl, I can only […]
Let me be clear on this: when I am most mocking and piquant about my husband, it’s a sign we’re having fun. When I start writing serious blog posts entitled Thirty Days of Honor, you can bet we’re not doing so well. Ultimate low point of our marriage, right there. Take my word for it; […]