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Musings on Marriage

I’ve messed up my share of things during the nearly five decades of my life. But for the past 19 years, I’ve been fortunate enough to have — with the help of my amazing spouse — created quite a wonderful marriage. I started by marrying a really great person, and together, we’ve taught each other how to be excellent partners. And while I’d never be so brazen as to offer real “advice,” here are a few things that have contributed to the success of our union: Show you care in small ways. My husband doesn’t give me diamonds. I’ve never woken up to a car with a bow on it in my driveway. And he’s never filled a room with flowers for me. But he unloads the dishwasher. He puts away the laundry. He knows I like the bed made, so he makes it. I know that today, in the…

Celebrating the Craziness that is College Football

My birthday was on a Thursday this year. And folks all over the country were celebrating. Not because I turned 49, but because it was the first day of college football season. I’m not exaggerating. I promise, as I scrolled through my Facebook news feed, the number of birthday wishes I received were equaled to or surpassed by the number of people who were marking the beginning of the holy season in the Southeast. There were numerous small businesses shutting down mid-afternoon and bringing in bar-b-que to mark the day they’d been waiting months for. People were leaving work early, or hopping on planes as they began their pilgrimages to the game. Honestly, down here in the South, the beginning of college football season is bigger than Christmas. And I’m not talking about a small number of rogue fans. I can count on my two hands the number of people…

The Santa Clause Conundrum

My son believed in Santa Claus until he was in high school. At first, when we realized he was still believing long after most of his peers, we thought it was sweet. A few years later, we started to worry. What if he was hanging with a bunch of cool teenage guys and mentioned Santa Claus in a way-too serious manner? Not cool. So we started to drop hints. Asking him what he would like MOM and DAD to get him for Christmas instead of what he’s asking Santa for. Jokingly asking him if he still believed, and then chickening out when he said he did. Every year, without fail, he insisted we put out cookies and milk. When he was 13, I just happened to be out of cookies on Christmas Eve. He was not amused. I think I ended up making an eleventh-hour run to the Chevron for…