My Day in Divorce Court

When Doug and I got married, we promised each other we would never say the “D-word.” We would never joke about it, mention it casually or ever, ever entertain the idea of it. The “D-word” is divorce. I’ve been lucky that the “D-word” has never elbowed its ugly way into my vocabulary. I’m blessed in the marriage department, and I never lose sight of that fact. Last week I went to divorce court, and was reminded once again of what a gift it is to be happily married. A friend … [Read more...]

Violence I can’t even fathom

There are some things I can’t bear to think too much about. Violence like we've seen this week in Colorado is one of them. My tolerance for violence and cruelty is very low, even in movies and entertainment. It unnerves me and shatters my sense of security. I think I have a fragile psyche. I hated the movie “Forrest Gump” because I felt like everybody was making fun of poor Forrest for 142-long minutes. I am the girl in the theater that plugs her ears when the volume goes up … [Read more...]

Lightning Strikes and….

I once worked with a veteran news reporter named Frank Hewlett, who was a Washington, D.C. correspondent for The Salt Lake Tribune when I met him. He also was  an award-winning correspondent in World War II and longtime reporter in the nation's capital.  He told me something about politics and Washington that has always held true.  He said, "In politics and in Washington, D.C., lightning can strike and everything can change.  Never count on anything staying the same in politics." The same … [Read more...]

I want to be like Anna Quindlen

I recently read Anna Quindlen’s new memoir, “Lots of Cake and Plenty of Candles.” I didn’t get past the first paragraph in the introduction titled “Life in the Fifties” before I stopped reading to think about one of the first things she wrote. “It’s odd when I think of the arc of my life, from child to woman to aging adult. First I was who I was. Then I didn’t know who I was. Then I invented someone and became her. Then I began to like what I’d invented. And finally I was what I was again. It … [Read more...]

An Outer Banks Weekend

Doug and I drove to the Outer Banks Friday for a "business meeting" and then turned around and drove home Saturday. Our business was buying a beach house. After we picked up the keys, we kept saying, "Did we just buy a beach house?" I think we shocked ourselves with this purchase. As I sat in the family room of this new house, looking out at the ocean, I thought about our obsession with the beach.  What made us want to buy a beach house? A good rental history? A good investment? … [Read more...]