Communication is a pain.  I should know, it is what I do for a living as well as how I live.  Everything that I do is basically based on communication.

My work (freelance writer/pro-blogger, author)
My hobbies (reading, writing poetry, painting)
My style (talking will solve everything)

Yet I find that lately Marc and I are not communicating and it is my fault.  It is my fault because I want to communicate something to him that has no words and he is not bi-lingual.  If I try to make words for something that has no words then the words are far less meaningful than …read more

There are so very many ways that I need Bald Man, and not just the fun ones. I need him to reach back in the very top of the kitchen cupboard (and I’m not short, so that is really a need). I need him to take out the bathroom trash (cuz it’s nasty with diapers). I need him to love my family and remind me that I love them (even though they sometimes drive me batty). I need to remind him that we’re always on the same team. He’s good at that.
Like many wives, what …read more