this house doesn’t have a clue – and other things i never meant to say out loud about christmas

I was scolded once by a professor for ending a presentation with the four honest words, “That’s all I have.” And I think this speaks something to my silence here over the past (eep) month or so. I’m imagining myself trailing you down the hallway repeating, “Well, what was I supposed to say?” It’s not […]

RS: things are getting weird.

Well, things are starting to get weird around here. Last night I dreamed that my husband killed someone . . . for their Lowe’s gift card. If there are stages of DIY lunacy, this is definitely one of them. Specifically, in my DIY-overdose-induced nightmare, my almost pacifist (in real life) husband plotted an elaborate assault […]

RS: plagues and missing the point

Well. The HVAC folks determined that we needed to replace our gas line and alter our bathroom plumbing. HAD WE BEEN INFORMED ten weeks ago when the project began, this would have been simpler. But now we wait. (Do we do anything else?) Gas people showed up, said there’s no problemo, turned on our gas, […]

RS: is it because i’m a woman?

I’m the one with the spec sheets. I’m the one who thought of this project in the first place. I’m the one who lost sleep wondering, “Pine or cedar?” and, “How will I know if it’s been responsibly harvested?” I’m the one stockpiling paint chips and stain samples. I memorized the item number! He hasn’t […]

hello 24.

Tomorrow I’m 24. I feel a crisis coming on. Josh turns 25 this year; his quarter-life crisis led him to buy a Jeep. I accept partial responsibility. When his 1990 Toyota Corolla (“Gilbert,” as in Anne) died earlier this year, I said, “Well, if you want a car that’ll last more than five years, maybe you should consider that it might be […]

how to survive vacation with a cold hearted killer

It started with a crazy idea and $150. And an application and an interview at the Humane Society and a small array of things that squeaked (but not for long). Parenthood was ours. All seemed to be progressing normally, except that she wanted to eat the whole world. Including, for a time, me. But we were […]

young, stupid, and making it {2}

{This is the second half of a monster post. Read the first half.} People have asked lately whether I have any regrets about marrying young. That answer (of course, since I just told you in big bold letters) is no. Life since then has meandered in the general direction of What We’re Supposed to Do. It […]

young, stupid, and making it {1}

{Due to the monstrous size of this post, I halved it.} With the internet abuzz (slightly abuzz – it’s not North Korea) with the topic of early marriage, I’ve ducked my head and, as I devotedly do when hard things swirl about my end of the blogosphere, pretended not to notice. Controversial topic pertinent to […]