Tag: Husband

“You eat like a boy.” So went the so-called burn by someone to me once as I stuffed my gob with all the food I could find on the heaving table of delights at a Christmas party. Chicken wings. Mac and cheese. Jalapeño poppers. I ate it all. According to the internet, th...

Vixen. Temptress. Minx. Single women are sad, pathetic cat ladies until it’s time to hang out with them and acknowledge their social validity, then suddenly we’re more dangerous than an open flame. Which is it I wonder, the failure or the threat? What are we? I ask in jest. When I imagin...

It started off with small things. I’d wake up in the morning to find a tub of ice cream melted on the couch. My husband would nonchalantly tell me he ate some ice cream in the night and forgot to put it back in the freezer. Yeah, that’s a tough one to remember. Then it turned...

One of the important things I was able to do for my husband Gregory after his dementia diagnosis was to make sure that as his cognitive and physical abilities diminished, he had plenty to do to occupy his time. We did a lot of artistic things at home, but most significant was his work at the paintin...

My husband said he remembers loving reading as a young child. One of his favorite things to do in the summer was to sit under a tree and read all day long. When I met him in college he was an avid reader of non-fiction history books. He enjoyed his history courses in college and went on to be an ...