thirty-year-itch sonnet
My husband's and my love affair began in November of 1981 or 2—I've forgotten, but does a year really matter when we're talking about a relationship that has spanned about…
yippie! hissssssss! hooray!
*note: this blog is messed up in Safari—don't know why!It takes a lot of time to be a genius, you have to sit around so much doing nothing, really doing…
the one
My husband is serenading me with “Angel of Harlem.” I tell him how I love this unofficial ritual, this regular Sunday morning worship of the guitar in the Miller Kitchen,…
twenty-six-year itch
Two days ago, my mother-in-law would have celebrated her sixty-first wedding anniversary, had Marty’s dad not died a decade ago. This Christmas, my parents will have been married forty-seven years.…