wcw – the magnolia’s innocence


“I am convinced that most people do not grow up…We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up.  I think what we do is mostly grow old.  We carry accumulation of years in our bodies, and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are innocent and shy as magnolias.” 

–  Maya Angelou


marriage 101 (aka: what one chick has to offer on surviving long term cohabitation)

Yo.  I am by no means an expert on marriage.  I’ve only had the one, after all (though I do think we’re getting along fairly well), so I’m drawing on a rather small statistical sampling here.  I suppose that means the following disclaimer is in order.

I am not an experienced counselor, except to my own children in matters of wardrobe and middle school drama.  I don’t have all the answers, unless you’re asking how to heat soup or make a really good grilled cheese sandwich.  My coping methods may not be appropriate to your lifestyle seeing as I’ve been known to recommend beer and nachos for therapeutic comfort.  Sometimes even Double Stuff Oreos™ when the going gets tough, despite the fact that I have no earthly idea what sort of concoction binds together to make that delicious creamy filling.

Now on with the show!


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gratitude: the yin and yang of it all

I’ve said it more than once to the kids: wouldn’t life be boring if everything was the same?  They roll their eyes because by now they’re convinced it’s just one more teaching moment, but really…you might as well try to convince me the world should be beige.

I like to joke about BrightSide and me having a whole yin/yang thing.  When we were younger and something would go wrong I’d be all Argh!  How can you say there’s something positive in this! because, y’know, he was always about the bright side.  As I’ve gotten older I’ve learned to look for the lessons (fight the urge to say I-told-you-so, BS), but my hubby is still best at reflexively zen responses to bumps in the road.

I love the yin and yang of us.  Numbers/words.  Cooking/baking.  Neat freak/loosey goosey.  (Sorry about the blood pressure spike, love.)  Movies, books, hobbies, strengths, weaknesses.  We excel in different sports and disagree about tattoos, but we fit together perfectly.  I’m proud of who I am.  I see what an intelligent and compassionate man he is.  And we make each other better parents and people every day.

two decades of life, love, listening, and laundry

BrightSide and I celebrated our twenty-second anniversary last weekend.  Twenty-two years of wedded bliss. 

Two decades?  Of bliss?  Bwahahahaha!

If you’re buying the idea that anyone experiences two decades of blissful existence, regardless of their mate’s utter delightfulness, well then I’ve got an oceanside condo in Kentucky to sell you.

To mark this momentous occasion, though, I figured I’d toss some little nuggets of wisdom out there.  Just to see if any of them stick.

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