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We Told And They Didn’t

When you go out for a birthday or anniversary, do you tell the establishment? Last Friday was our anniversary and we decided to go to 1789. Situated in a Federal period house in Georgetown, the restaurant has been one of … Continue reading

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Living With the Political Enemy

One day my friend asked me how I could be married to my husband. After ten years in a support group for our children, we have shared many intimate details of our daily lives. Her unease didn’t stem from abuse … Continue reading

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That Darn Blasted "Doghouse" Video and Why I'm Barely Able to Blog

For Christmas, I thought my husband was going to get me a wireless booster. Invisible forces often knock my internet connection to Kingdom Come, requiring a complete re-boot of the whole system with a run up the stairs. Since the … Continue reading

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Lying for Your Spouse

Yesterday I realized a friend lied to me a year ago. Back then I didn’t know that her marriage was dysfunctional. I believed her. I believed this lie for a full year even after learning how she lies to everyone … Continue reading

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The One and ONLY One Requirement for a Spouse

This week I have decided that there is one and only one criteria when picking a spouse, the quality of the sex. Society deems it acceptable to go outside the marriage for every other facet of matrimony but not sex, … Continue reading

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I Finally Know Someone Behind the Myspace Mask

Today I discovered a myspace account. It belongs to a friend who is married with a kid. It states that he is Single and a Leo. He used a different name “Hugh” but the correct hometown. I don’t think he’s … Continue reading

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Why "Daughter"? I Don't Have a Name

I cannot recall my mother ever calling me by my name. She calls me “Daughter” in a very New York accent, “Dawtah”. She even writes “Dear Daughter” on all my cards. Lately, I’ve been wondering about it. She comes from … Continue reading

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