Category Archives: ‘Til Death Do Us Part

Hurry Up and Wait

Posted on June 13, 2008 by onesanevoice

One of the dominant genes in Husband’s family is the Male P chromosome, the P standing for Punctual.  I introduced him to the Female M chromosome, the M meaning Mascara, and when he sees me putting it on my second … Continue reading →

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See the Light, Feel the Love

Posted on March 17, 2008 by onesanevoice

The other morning at 7:00 after Husband left for work, I walked out of the shower and opened the bathroom door to total darkness.  All the lights in our bedroom and hallway and stairway were off.  When Husband leaves in … Continue reading →

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Rolling an Even Seven

Posted on November 8, 2007 by onesanevoice

This week Husband and I celebrated our 7th wedding anniversary and since our schedules didn’t allow us to do dinner on the actual day itself, we went for a lovely brunch this past Sunday when the opportunity presented itself amidst … Continue reading →

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Take Me Away, eBay

Posted on October 31, 2007 by onesanevoice

There is no better friend to the insomniac than a place where anyone anywhere can sell anything anytime.  And where there is someone selling, there is someone buying, or as the case may be, bidding.  It’s like being at a … Continue reading →

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Brass Tacks

Posted on October 15, 2007 by onesanevoice

The new school term began and the incoming class is huge, three times the size of my class now that our classmates who have dropped out are gone but not forgotten.  I think I mentioned before that the particular program … Continue reading →

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In the News . . . Sports, Slavery, Starbucks

Posted on September 28, 2007 by onesanevoice

We get the newspaper delivered every morning and it is something Husband and I look forward to reading, even if we don’t get to it until after dinner.  This past week has been hectic for me with schoolwork and home-related … Continue reading →

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Speak Up

Posted on September 25, 2007 by onesanevoice

I’ve noticed that when I’m feeling overwhelmed with pressures or tasks, my peripheral observation skills seem to become more acute.  This past week was finals again and more home remodeling and that nagging legal matter I’ve referred to without referring to and … Continue reading →

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Wind in my hair, gravel in my teeth

Posted on September 16, 2007 by onesanevoice

We’re having our driveway ripped up and replaced and it has brought me endless amusement watching the parents who drop their kids off at the elementary school across the street from us.  Ours is the perfect driveway to turn around in after … Continue reading →

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Come here often?

Posted on September 7, 2007 by onesanevoice

By the time you’re reading this, Husband and I will be back from our vacation in the Southwest.  We left New York the day Daughter returned from her birthright Israel trip and she called as we were boarding our flight to say … Continue reading →

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Nothing says lovin’ like something from the oven

Posted on August 27, 2007 by onesanevoice

When the bananas sitting on the kitchen counter start to turn brown, Husband and I have slightly different reactions.  Husband dreams about the warm fragrance of banana bread filling the air and I look over at the trash pail wondering … Continue reading →

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