It’s Not PMS, It’s You! Interview with the author
Fri, 27/08/10 – 14:04 | 25 Comments

“…for every woman who ever pulled her hair out trying to explain–for the 46th time–the importance of putting the toilet seat down, for Christ’s sake, or that burping the national anthem after every meal is not a constitutional right…

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May 30: An Ode to My Dead on Decoration Day
Sunday, 30 May, 2010 – 17:36 | 27 Comments
May 30: An Ode to My Dead on Decoration Day

You should know from the outset that my tongue is planted firmly in my cheek.  This post will not mention the decorated dead of America’s many wars.  Not that they don’t deserve it, but, hey, …

Hey, Facebook: Thanks for giving me more than just memories
Monday, 18 Jan, 2010 – 1:17 | 5 Comments
Hey, Facebook: Thanks for giving me more than just memories

She was beautiful, smart and funny and I had an enormous schoolboy crush on her.

What Makes a Home?
Sunday, 6 Dec, 2009 – 22:52 | 4 Comments
What Makes a Home?

We never do leave home. Every house we’ve ever lived in has helped form us into who we are, has followed along with us every step of the way.

Of Marriage, Life, Art and Loss
Sunday, 29 Nov, 2009 – 23:28 | 6 Comments
Of Marriage, Life, Art and Loss

Regardless of the causes, I am dealing with an enormous loss, and the agony of watching him erase himself. It is the antithesis of creating. It is chaos as well as inertia.

Marrying George Clooney: Confessions from a MidLife Crisis
Wednesday, 7 Oct, 2009 – 12:54 | 3 Comments
Marrying George Clooney: Confessions from a MidLife Crisis

It’s called coming to a crossroads. You don’t know whether to turn
left or right.

Midlife Crisis and Reinvention
Thursday, 6 Aug, 2009 – 13:59 | One Comment

“Your right to throw a punch stops at my face.” I remember hearing this expression years ago as a basic definition of freedom in the United States. I thought of it more recently when I read …

In Sickness and In Health
Saturday, 6 Jun, 2009 – 12:42 | 8 Comments

I’m missing writing on ByJane. I’m missing doodling with keyboard and I’m missing venting and I’m missing sharing my every this, that or the other. MidLifeBloggers seems too–I dunno–grownup to just mess about on. Or …

Jon & Kate Plus 8: Hang ‘em from the highest tree
Monday, 25 May, 2009 – 21:30 | 16 Comments

I just finished the season opener of Jon & Kate Plus 8. It was painful to watch, especially for anyone who has gone through the breakup of a marriage. Clearly they are each putting on …

Forgive and Forget: Can You…Should You…Will You?
Monday, 16 Feb, 2009 – 13:13 | 13 Comments
Forgive and Forget: Can You…Should You…Will You?

A friend of mine (who knows I am blogging about this) announced a couple of days ago that she had recently caught her husband having an affair with a work colleague.
He claimed it was just a ‘one night stand’.
She asked me what I thought.
Well, to be honest, I was sitting there thinking how much easier it would have been if President Obama had asked for my opinion on the world economic crisis.
I could have answered that question.

MidLife: When We Can Stop Pretending We’re Fascinated….
Monday, 9 Feb, 2009 – 14:17 | 6 Comments
MidLife: When We Can Stop Pretending We’re Fascinated….

There are occasions when I make my husband absolutely insane. Take Saturday night, for instance. He had spent the entire day playing with his latest gift to me, yet another new universal remote control, and he was almost giddy over it. He was convinced that this was the holy grail of remotes, the one that would finally do what all the others had only claimed they could – allow you to use a single gizmo to control oodles of equipment….So, now, remind me again. Why is it such a terrible crime that I won’t sit down and read up on every new gizmo that he drags home – especially knowing that in a few short months he is bound to tell me that it is now “obsolete” and needs to be replaced?