I have been seeing Sam Sifton for years in full view and disclosure to my husband, Chip. Every morning, Sam appears in my email with temptations of elegant charcuterie boards, outrageous breakfasts, and sweets that could tempt even a die-hard dieter. Who is Sam Sifton? Who is Sam Sifton? You need to know. Sam Sifton is the food editor at the New York Times, previously the paper's National Editor. He is slightly younger than I am, but who cares? Sam…
When I was first married, I could not understand why couples struggled in their relationship in later years. The kids are gone, hopefully on to successful lives, and retirement is looming. You have made it through the hard part. The challenges of raising kids while keeping committed to your relationship are behind you. Children require time, effort, and energy, and I always thought the energy would return to being a couple. Then it happened- COVID and remote working. The kids…
I have to share something with you ladies. We do snore. How do I know? I know because my crazy, yet loving husband, audio taped me doing just that at midnight last night. Let me explain how I got here. For the past few weeks I have not been sleeping well. My nights have been tumultuous and unsettling. I am dreaming every night odd and fearful dreams and images. I felt unsettled and one night I bolted upright after I felt…
It has been just about 30 years since Chip and I shared our first dinner together in our first apartment. The apartment was very small and if you crinked your neck way to the right, you could see the Catskill Mountains around the transformer. The furniture was all hand me down from dead relatives and siblings now married and needing space for a new baby. My mother went to garage sales to get dishes and pots and pans. It was…
Tonight is my second night away this trip. I travel once a month or so for business to the company's home office in Delaware. It's about a five and a half hour drive. I'm sure it would be faster if I didn't stop and use the bathroom six times, yes, six times. Blame it on the Death Wish and Starbucks cocktail I had before I left as well as the latte I picked up about halfway through New Jersey. I have…