I was involved in a fender bender the other night. No air bags inflated and no one was hurt. But the left front fender of my car is a dented, ugly mess and will remain so until I hear from the insurance adjuster. I do hope he calls soon, because my poor car, while drivable,
It is October, and adhering to the biannual rhythm of our recent life, we have returned to Florida. The flight fortunately was uneventful, and we arrived, as scheduled, on the same Saturday on which we boarded the plane. The dogs arrived on Sunday, driven from Connecticut by their faithful friend and chauffeur, Kevin. After unpacking
It was my personal opinion that if your car had a GPS, your marriage had at least a fifty percent better chance of lasting than the national average. I confess that this conclusion was not based on a government-sponsored scientific research study, but rather on anecdotal evidence gathered from years of road trips with two
This is so awkward! The situation in which I currently find myself is both embarrassing and humbling. But I must be strong and endure the humiliation of a public confession. Over the past year, I have written about the tiny, but not insignificant, imperfections in my married life. I have shared with you the fact
There has been an amendment to my marriage contract. I’m not referring to a legal document that was signed in the presence of a lawyer or a rabbi who may or may not have also been a notary, but an informal set of conventions that have evolved over time in the partnership. Every marriage has
