Sometimes life seems like a big pile of blah.
I don’t normally post recipes…
…but this one is not just a delicious treat, it is a fond memory of love. If you think back on your childhood – I’m 45, if you’re wondering – you discover that many of your happiest memories have a element of food attached to them. Continue Reading…
The other night I was sitting with my family, most of whom are very successfully married. We were going in a circle giving our best marriage advice to my little sister on the eve of her wedding. It’s somewhat of a family tradition.
But that’s not what blows. What really blows is that I realized I don’t have any good marriage advice to give. After all, I’ve never had a successful marriage out of the two marriages I did have.
…a long day at work—ten hours.
Arriving home, I discovered things in a shambles. Dinner not started. Dishes not done. And my wife still working feverishly in her office to satisfy a deadline commitment.
There was a time when I would have just said, “Let’s go out for dinner.”
But in today’s economy, that kind of attitude can add up quickly in the financial column.
Now, although I had other plans for the evening, there was an obvious need. My kids were hungry. My wife was on track workwise, but needed a domestic assist. My dream of a relaxing night after a hard day’s work kicked to the curb.