Learning to be Alone

On Monday, Jer and I will have been married one year. It’s a spectacular achievement. Jeremiah has learned to put up with his coy wife’s roundabout communication, and I’ve learned to tolerate my frank husband’s unmatched socks (and unfolded T-shirts, unmade bed, unwashed dishes, unclosed cabinet doors). Together, we’ve shaped a little nest at Pie […]

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Welcome to Reality

Eating gypsy soup (oh, garbanzo beans: the foodie throb of my choosy tongue!), typing up nursing apps, and hi-lighting pages out of my microbiology reader. Oatmeal raisin cookies in the oven while downstairs, “pot hour,” Plainfield’s favorite, hasn’t quite chimed in on the rural-urban conversation of Main St: belching cars, floozy undergrads, and a limp old man being walked by […]

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Married Adventures

Jeremiah and I are always hocking up new plans and outlining new adventures. He’s a natural schemer; I’m a vagabond dreamer. He calculates the pros and cons of becoming something useful. Meanwhile, I simply occupy the aspiration to be something great. We live (love) together like a grandfatherly professor and his gypsy wife, the trusted and faithful […]

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