Stories About Midlife Romance

High on the Hog

Culture Notes from the Hinterland

High on the hog

As you know, I’m a Broadway baby who not-so-mysteriously finds herself living in Reno, NV. Blame it on Handsome Hubby. I love the guy, and he loves his hometown. So, here we are. But don’t get me wrong, Reno has its “unique” cultural charms, like the annual Best in the West Nugget Rib Cook Off, which attracts 350,000 chowhounds and competitors from countries as far away as Australia and the UK. It’s a pork fest like you’ve never seen or smelled. For six days, people live high on the hog, eating and eating and eating. Read more

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Trash Talk

How Often Do You Empty Your Trash Cans?

Trash Talk

How about a little trash talk of the non-political kind?

I am a half-glass kind of optimist. However, I am decidedly not a half-trash-can kind of housekeeper. In fact, I am barely a one-piece-of-trash-in-a-trash-can kind of housekeeper!

You may say it’s a curse or a compulsion. I say it’s a credo — a badge of pride. I am most decidedly my mother’s daughter AND my brother’s sister. We are/were a trio of neatniks. (My father, not so much. He belonged to a different tribe. A tribe of tricksters and hooligans. More on him in a minute.) Read more

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Sweating the Small Stuff

Classic Kitchen Conundrums

Sweating the Small Stuff

Some people ponder big philosophical questions — the meaning of life, who wrote the book of love. Weighty stuff like that. Me? I’m stuck sweating the small stuff. What’s the difference between a large and a small shallot? Can I refreeze meat I’ve already taken out of the freezer? And do you have to rinse dishes before loading the dishwasher? Read more

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Battle of the Sexes? No, Battle of the Salads!

Can This Meal Be Saved?

Battle of the salads

Some spouses argue over sex or socks on the floor. Not us. We constantly squabble over salad. Yes, it’s the sad and sordid truth. We are sorry salad squabblers. Read more

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Giving Your Guy Grief

"Ba da ba ba ba. I'm lovin' it"

Giving Your Guy Grief

Sometimes, Ladies, there is no greater joy than giving your guy grief. I mean the joy of a good “I told you so” is a thing of beauty. Am I right or am I right? Of course, I’m right! Read more

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The More, the Merrier?

Polycule Me Not!

The more the merrier

For some long-married couples, the flames of passion may have faded. If you’re in that camp, you might be interested in joining a polycule. Don’t know what it is? Well, it starts with the idea that “the more, the merrier.” Intrigued? Amused? Worried? Read on! Read more

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Done and Done. Two Lifetime Dreams in Three Months

ANOTHER Blog about Handsome Hubby

Two Lifetime Dreams

It’s been quite a run. In just three months, I’ve accomplished two, count them, two lifetime dreams — seeing the Northern Lights AND traveling to The Netherlands. And it’s all thanks to you know who — Handsome Hubby. That’s why I’m writing ANOTHER blog in praise of HH.

Yes, I know, I know. It’s disgraceful. Read more

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Northern Lights. Familial Sights

Connecting with Nature. Connecting with my Father

Northern Lights

The trip was one-part anniversary present, one-part dream travel destination. Most of all, it was a long, longed-for spiritual re-connection with my father gone from my life for almost 40 years. The trip: to witness the Aurora Borealis, the Northern Lights. Read more

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Call Me Plastic Surgery Curious

Pondering a Facelift

Plastic Surgery

When I was young, I sniffed and sneered at the idea of plastic surgery. Now that I’ve reached what is politely called “a certain age,” I’m not so sure. At 69, my jowls have headed south, and my neck waddle rivals a turkey. As a result, I’ve become plastic surgery curious. Very curious. Read more

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Thirty-Seven Years Ago

It was the Opposite of a Terrible, Rotten, Horrible, No Good Day!

Thirty-seven years ago, Handsome Hubby and I said our “I do’s.”

To state the obvious, a lot has happened in the years since then. Read more

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