George commutes between home and the university. He stays at my sister’s house several nights a week, because it’s only blocks from his lab and allows him to start early and work late. We’ve been married for more than twenty-six years. After that much time a relationship can become like a favorite pair of jeans. […]
So, when I said it’s exciting to anticipate all the adventures that await Luke this summer, I wasn’t thinking about his being blocks away from terrorist attacks. A little less adventure would be okay at this point. Yes, he was in London. Unaware of the explosions, his group attempted to take the “tube” to the
Of dancing, mountains, and chocolate fountains Read More »
George is a scientist, but he doesn’t think like one. Or, I should say, he doesn’t think like most people expect a scientist to think. He loves biology for its beauty. He sees the art in life. He sees the hand of the Artist behind it. George is a scientist, but he’s also a poet.
A couple of years ago I bought my first pair of reading glasses. At that point, I needed them only for the teensiest print. I tried on a variety of styles and selected a pair with somewhat-hefty, tortoise-shell frames–kind of artsy. Or so I thought when I picked them out. In the past year, my
I feel, er, pretty? Read More »
Do you ever feel like, no matter what you say, it comes out wrong? Somewhere between your mouth and the listener’s ear, the words get twisted into a shape you never intended. You meant to put someone at ease, but instead he looks more uncomfortable than before. You meant to encourage, but you offend. Does
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“Thoughts of you bring sunshine into my morning where rain clouds still linger outside.” ♥ EZ
In an e-mail today from George . . . Read More »
Three entries ago I mentioned a phone call and a voice from the past. I also promised to tell a story. Well, gather ’round, children. What you are about to read is true. Once upon a time, a college student named Amy lived with us. In fact, if you search the ancient scrolls of this
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“It doesn’t have to be this way.” She glanced up from her book. “What?” His fiery gaze unnerved her. “It doesn’t have to be this way.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She pretended to read but felt the heat of his eyes. “You wish your life could be as exciting as that
One Saturday morning not long ago I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled into the kitchen. George and Jacob were already sitting at the dining room table eating breakfast. I got my bowl of Raisin Nut Bran and glass of orange juice, joined the guys, and turned my attention to the morning paper. To
Love is blind. Or near-sighted. Read More »
George bought me a Los Lonely Boys CD. He said the love songs remind him of me. Especially More Than Love and Nobody Else, which I’m listening to right now. And it is making me smile, smile, smile. I hope I make George half as happy as he makes me.
“I only wanna be with you.” Read More »