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57: Hearts and Hurricanes

Hearts and Hurricanes If you surrender to the wind, you can ride it. ~Toni Morrison My husband and I are rookies when it comes to travel as a couple. We stay in the United States and have ventured to Mexico only recently. In contrast, I grew up in a family where travel was one of the four food groups — good health demanded it. Summers were spent voyaging to Europe on the Queen Mary, picnicking in the English countryside and watching tremendous men throw logs the size of redwood trees at the Scottish Highland games. At six years old, I found nothing about this interesting, romantic or beautiful. I spent a lot of time just wanting a hot dog. The youngest of three children, I was squashed in the back seat between my brother and sister, feeling carsick and dreading the next castle. Inevitably I would feel lost in a large group of foreigners, listening to a French guide point to doorways and furniture in excited tones. Castles smelled like a mixture of my father’s starchy shirts and musty closets. In between museums, my mother read to us from Michelin guidebooks as my father drove haltingly ahead on a different side of the road. Like the guides, she too would get very excited, interjecting, “Isn’t that fascinating?” like a chorus hoping we’d sing... (more)
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58: Sweet Thereafter

Sweet Thereafter A bend in the road is not the end of the road…unless you fail to make the turn. ~Author Unknown I was eighteen years old when I met Daren, the man that I would marry, during a casual evening with friends. It felt like magic from the very beginning. I remember having an “ah-ha” moment when I saw him: we locked eyes and I thought to myself, “this guy seems important to me in my life.” From that very moment, there was never another for either of us. We moved in together after only three months of dating, and that’s when the “honeymoon” period of our relationship abruptly came to a halt. Suddenly we were fighting about even the most mundane things. Still, there was a fire inside both of us to work it out, to stay committed, and we loved each other so much that we couldn’t leave. Something very powerful attracted us to one another. After five years of dating, living together, and sharing our lives, Daren proposed to me. Everything just felt right. We had come a long way in those five years. We had both grown up considerably in that time. Life felt entirely blissful as we planned our wedding and honeymoon. We knew that being together would not always be easy, but that it would be worth it because our love had... (more)
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59: It’s Not There

It’s Not There Language is the means of getting an idea from my brain into yourswithout surgery. ~Mark Amidon Cutting boards, jars, knives and a colorful mix of veggies cluttered the kitchen island. Minced onion, garlic, and ginger swam in hot golden olive oil in a pan. Following a sniff trail, my husband approached and gently brushed my hair aside to kiss my neck. “Smells great. Tell me what I can do to help, hon.” “Would you mind going to the deck and getting the seasoning I left out there?” He nodded and headed outside, only to return in under ninety seconds. “I’m sorry. Can’t find it. Where exactly is it?” Concentrating on my prep work at the sink, I pressed the mute button on my “right-in-plain-sight-did-you-even-look-or-move-anything” thoughts and responded, “It’s on the shelf in the corner. Thanks.” With a cheery “okay” he headed back to the deck. Four minutes later, he reappeared. Hearing him enter, I automatically stretched out my hand for the seasoning. “Tell me again… where exactly?” Did I have to be so precise? Our deck isn’t a football field. I stopped myself from saying what I wanted to say, in the how-could- you-miss-it-do-I-need-to-draw-you-a-... (more)
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60: The Sign Solution

The Sign Solution What counts in making a happy marriage is not so much how compatible you are, but how you deal with incompatibility. ~George Levinger When I joined the at-home work force, I thought my biggest problem would be the demands of the new job. Or maybe interruptions from friends or drop-in neighbors. Possibly even the rowdy antics of Sally, the crazy dog. But I didn’t expect my number one problem to be my husband. After all, it was my husband who encouraged me to take my freelance writing bull by the horns. “It’s time you gave yourself a chance,” he said. “You have talent; now follow your dream!” he said. So I did. I followed that dream right into the room where my husband’s home office was set up. That’s where the old, extra computer happened to be situated. I dragged a file cabinet up from the basement, stuck a bulletin board on the wall above my computer desk, and voila! I was all set up for business. “Are you going to be here ALL THE TIME?” my husband asked after the third day. Er, I thought that was the idea of working at home. Here’s the thing: my husband is an occasional work-at-homer, too. About every other week, he’s on the road, doing his business thing all over the country. But those... (more)