I'll admit it- I've always had a sugar daddy complex aka, I actively dated men who were at least 10 years older than me in the hopes that I'd meet the one who would ultimately become my husband. I know what you're thinking... I'm a gold digger who used my feminine wiles to trap a man with deep pockets. And that's where you're wrong. I've always liked older men because they seem to have an air of … [Read more...]
What a phone call taught me about my marriage
Although I live in NYC, going into Manhattan each day via express bus or via the Bridge ala Working Girl- is not something I relish, especially during the oh so crowded month of March. Sure Sarah Jessica Parker made running the streets of Manhattan in six inch stilettos look glamorous, but the reality of it--I'm guessing- Ms. Parker has got some JACKED UP feet. I spent the better part of … [Read more...]
3 Things This Wife Wants her Husband To Do
After 18 years of marriage I am past the point of needing highly stylized dates at four star restaurants and baubles the size of small countries. Of course that is not to say that I don't love good food and jewelry- rather it is that my husband needn't make reservations at a five star white-gloved Sushi eatery to keep me content. After all this time waking up and seeing the very same hands give … [Read more...]
18 years flies by when you marry your best friend
When I was 15 I remember someone asking me what I hoped for in a husband. I said I wanted someone who would love me without conditions. I wanted to be with someone who would welcome and encourage my personal growth, and would be okay with my transformations. I wanted someone who would continually challenge me to be my best self and wouldn't hinder me from evolving- perhaps into someone different … [Read more...]
Watching my husband give our son a hug-makes me fall in love with him all over again
I'll be honest when my kids ask me to pinpoint the first time they crawled, the first word they said, or any of their firsts I struggle to try and remember and I have *been known* to fudge the truth about my memory of their early years because well to be blunt...IT SUCKED. I remember nothing. I feel like their infancies are these huge periods of time where everything felt fuzzy. I was a miserable … [Read more...]