This morning my Handsome Chef Boyfriend gave me a smooch on his way out the door back to his own stomping grounds, just a bit further afield than I would like. Be careful, I said; let me know when you’re there safe. Do you ever stop worrying about things, he chided? No. Never. I never, … Continue reading Rancor-Me-Not
Month: February 2014
Bump in the Road
Southern friends, this one's for you. (And it is emphatically not a metaphor for anything.) Late last winter or maybe early spring, not sure, Handsome Chef Boyfriend and I were headed across the Connecticut River to a favorite little eatery over in Lyme for a pleasant cold-grey-day lunch. I was behind the wheel of my … Continue reading Bump in the Road
Hole in My Heart
Obsessive, almost maniacal scrubbing: floors, clothing, blankets, furniture, my car, everything. For reasons I can't completely understand I have done this with unrelenting urgency for the past week and a half, save a couple of days when I pressed pause so I could be with HCB. Today I will close up the giant plastic tub … Continue reading Hole in My Heart