Laments About Muddled With Family

Liar, Liar

My Pants are on Fire!

Liar. Liar

From childhood on, we are taught not to lie. Yet, in my increasing decrepitude, I realize I increasingly lie … and that is the truth! Yes, liar, liar. My pants are on fire! Read more

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I Want to be a Celebrity Wife

My "Wine Me, Dine Me" Summertime Whine

I want to be a celebrity wife.

It’s the end of summer and I’m feeling restless. Discontent. Work-a-holic Handsome Hubby won’t take a vacation. All I do is slouch around, wearing baggy sweatpants and jeans. Clearly, I’m in a rut. What to do? Based on reading People Magazine, the “only” solution to my summer ennui is to marry a mega-star and become a super-hot celebrity wife. Read more

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Handsome Hubby is Hot

An Ode to AC, Not Me

Handsome Hubby is Hot

HH is hot and happy. For him, it’s Christmas in July. Well, August. Of course, energy efficiency is the reason. Read more

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The Bearer of Bad News? Not I!

One Ringy Dingy

The Bearer of Bad News

I called my 31-year-old son the other day. His first words were, “What’s the matter? What’s wrong now?”

Does he perceive that I am always the bearer of bad news? Yikes! Is he right? Am I always calling with bad news? Worse yet, is there only bad news to convey? Read more

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Karen is the BEST Wife EVER!

by Guest Columnist Handsome Hubby

best wife ever

I am honored to be writing today as Muddling through Middle Age’s first guest columnist. I am especially honored to be writing about my wife, Karen Galatz, the BEST wife EVER! Read more

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Out, Out Damn Gnats

Buggy Over Bugs!

Out, Out Damn Gnats

Domestic calamities come in all sizes and shapes. This one, I grant you is small, but since I am a writer who believes all molehills can be made into mountains — or at least blogs, please read my sad saga of the gnats that plague my plants, my house, indeed my very soul. Read more

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Valentine’s Day Gift Wishes

I've Become THAT Kind of Girl!

It’s almost Valentine’s Day and I cannot believe it. To my horror, I’ve become that kind of woman. You know the kind. The kind that wants practical, not romantic gifts! Read more

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Five Days, Seven Shows

But Like All Good Plans, Something Unplanned Occurred

Seven shows

After three years of pandemic small world-ness, I was yearning for a trip “home.” Thirty-six months away from NYC, my childhood and forever spiritual home, was too long. An eternity. Now, finally, we were heading back. The plan: five days, seven shows. What could go wrong?  Read more

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Channeling My Channel Confusion

So Many Streaming Services. So Many Passwords

Channeling Channel Confusion

So many great programs to watch at home these days, but accessing them is an exercise in channel confusion. Every time I pick something to view, I discover it’s only available on a streaming service we don’t subscribe to.

The problem — and my frustration — is especially acute Read more

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