My husband was laid off from his company about three months ago, after having been employed there for ten years. It came as a complete shock to both of us. He loved his work and was good at it.
Now, however, he has succumbed to a "funk" that I can't seem to pull him out of. Every morning, he stays in bed until around 11:00 a.m., piddles around the house until mid-afternoon, takes a nap, and waits for me to fix dinner in the evening. He is drinking too much in my opinion (four beers each night), and sits in front of the TV until bedtime around 10:00 p.m. Occasionally, he will...
Posted by: leslie
September 14, 2012
When my daughter, now 15-years-old, was a young girl, she was a sweet child with a sunny personality. She was the kind of kid who would wake up in the morning, smiling and singing. As she has matured, she has turned into a surly, argumentative, ungrateful girl who would rather growl than speak to her family. She is an honor student, at the top of her class. She participates in Girl Scouts and is active in her High School band. We don’t worry about drugs or the other pitfalls of teenagers, but her attitude is so bad that we struggle to enjoy our time with her. Do you have...
Posted by: leslie
September 14, 2012
I’m stuck here. I have a girlfriend of one year and I have asked her to not contact old boyfriends since we’re now just dating each other. She’s been okay with it, except for one guy that she’s known since they were in high school ten years ago. She said they slept together a few times but it didn’t work out and now they’re just friends. She says I’m being unreasonable in telling her who she can and cannot be friends with. I don’t agree, especially since I’ve caught her a few times texting him. I’ve read her texts and they seem to be on the friendship level,...
Aug. 9, 2012
Oak Hill Gazette
I’m stuck here. I have a girlfriend of one year and I have asked her to not contact old boyfriends since we’re now just dating each other. She’s been okay with it, except for one guy that she’s known since they were in high school ten years ago. She said they slept together a few times but it didn’t work out and now they’re just friends. She says I’m being unreasonable in telling her who she can and cannot be friends with. I don’t agree, especially since I’ve caught her a few times texting him. I’ve read her texts and they...
I used to long for the perfect boy friend, perfect haircut, or perfect margarita. These searches took up a lot of time, money, and more money. As I’ve gotten older I’ve grown comfortable with my known husband. The only pressing concern with my hair is that the bangs stay out of my eyes so I don’t have to see the gray winning out over the highlights. And I finally found the pitch-perfect margarita right here in Austin, but do you know how many Weight Watcher points are in them? Don’t ask.
My quest has narrowed to finding the perfect quiet. I long for a place to think, to hear my own thoughts,...
Mark Twain wrote,
“The cat, having sat upon a hot stove lid, will not sit upon a hot stove lid again. But he won't sit upon a cold stove lid, either.”
We're always scanning experiences and trying to figure out the categories to put them in. Good, Bad, Really Good, Really Bad, and so on. But then there's the more subtle, hard to define third area of context. Are things really as they seem? Sometimes the most practical thing to do is the most impractical, as then we're relying more on that gut reaction of intuition. Trusting that wisdom has us just riding the edge of risk and cutting a path...
I’ve been going to a bookstore lately to wait for my daughter to get out of her swim camp, and in two days I already noticed there are people who come in who are obviously regulars. One is a large guy with a Grizzly Adams beard who wears a billowing purple tee-shirt, and the other is an older, hunched man with graying hair and smudgy-looking glasses, drafting behind the other one’s bulk. They catch my eye as they’re an unlikely pair, but what you can feel right away is how comfortable they are with each other. The older man is obviously the friendly, social one, chatting with the barista...
I have begun writing for the DS Outlook. Here is my first article.
Moments of clarity can come in odd places, like merging off of MoPac during morning rush hour traffic and being flipped off by a middle-aged woman. And nothing against middle-aged women, being one myself. I had seen this blur from the corner of my eye as this driver, apparently exasperated by my allowing six feet more of space from the car in of me front than was absolutely necessary, whipped around me impatiently. Giving me that classic hand gesture which leaves little room for misinterpretation,...