“Better late than never,” as they say. In May 2022, my husband and I, and four other couples, finally made it to Scotland for a couples’ whisky tasting tour originally scheduled for 2020. I’d visited Scotland twice before, along with three of the women on this trip. Because both trips were fantastic, we decided to
(My summary of Brene Brown’s podcast episode with the Drs. John and Julie Gottman) Want to know what makes love last, but don’t have an hour and a half to listen to Brene Brown’s podcast episode on the topic? Here you go: my info-mini-hack of the above-mentioned episode. John and Julie Gottman are both super
This week in a private Facebook group, I read 368 comments reacting to a woman who posted, “I could care less if I never have sex again.” 368 comments. Clearly this gal touched upon a hot topic, (don’t) pardon the pun. Curious, I tracked the number of women agreeing and disagreeing with her. Seventy
On my recent reader survey someone asked, “What kind of activities do you and Tony-Bear do with your adult kids now that your nest is empty?” I wonder if she really meant to ask: “How do you get your kids to come visit once they’re ‘grown and flown?’” Host “Family Suppers” This was actually our middle-child’s
More than once my cousin Lois Ann asked me to attend her winter wedding. She and I reconnected last year when my mother’s health began to fail. During Mom’s final week, Lois texted me often with encouragement and support. Since I rarely left Mom’s apartment, the fabulous gourmet food basket Lois sent came in very
The first marriage conference Tony and I attended was pretty much a fiasco. Suffice it to say, our car was silent on the drive home. The window I rested my cheek on felt cool which was a good thing since my face was flushed from all the emotions simmering inside of me. Was our marriage
What was that? I slowed slightly, turned off the radio, listened. Nothing. I flipped down the rearview mirror. Blue and red lights flashed. I rolled out my lower lip. Really? Twice in one day? After I maneuvered my car to the side of the road, I rolled down my window and watched his approach in the
“Why do you think you and Dad are still together?” Sandwich Child asked me that question last year. For her marriage and family psychology course at Wagner College, she was required to interview both parents. After I told her my theory about love and respect, which I blogged about here, I explained how important it
Some gal wrote a book claiming every girl longs to be swept off her feet, rescued, a bride. Not me. There’s a picture of me when I was small, at a toy ironing board, in a dress-up wedding gown. Mom must’ve made me do it, probably tickled me at the last minute to get me to
These days, my husband Tony-Bear has quite the fan club. Ever since I wrote in my February e-newsletter about him rescuing me, albeit from my mother, people keep saying how awesome he is. The thing is, Tony being my hero is nothing new. He’s been my hero ever since my last semester of college when I spotted
