I’ve had the privilege of speaking to so many women and men about their relationships over the past few years since I’ve started this blog. Every story is interesting but some teach you more about love than others. The following interview is with “Meredith” (a married…
One of the benefits of sleeping alone this week as John worked in Ottawa was bringing my laptop into bed, and firing up Netflix without any protest. I settled on All About Eve a 1950 film with Bette Davis. I loved this smart retro chick-flick….
I didn’t know it at the time but my husband was being “strategic” and not cheap when he proposed to me without an engagement ring on the dock of my family’s cottage in 1988. According to a 2014 Emory University study, couples that spend relatively…
After I published last week’s post, I received an email from my Uncle Nick with a tsk tsk emoticon wagging its finger at me. “You lazy girl! You had your son write half your blog this week,” Nick admonished. If you recall, my post had…
I have kept one big fat secret from my husband for more than 30 years. Whenever it looks like the conversation is wading into dangerous territory, I masterfully change the subject. I have hidden the evidence (being married to a criminal lawyer has its advantages)….
My friend “Devon” told me something unexpected at lunch the other day. In hushed tones (we were near his place of work), he told me that he and his wife were seeing a marriage counselor. His revelation surprised me. I believed him to have a…
A few weeks ago I wrote a post about how more and more women are opting to gamble on themselves rather than stay in a marriage well past the best-before date. I referred to the famous quote “A woman needs a man like a fish…
Here is the super interesting thing I learned recently from my new pal realtor/designer Nancie. The new trend in family homes is having two master bedrooms with separate ensuite bathrooms. Eight years ago, The National Association of Home Builders predicted that 60 percent of custom…
It’s not like I was looking for more reasons to roll my eyes at Citizenship and Immigration Canada’s “proof of relationship” protocols. (Here’s my rant from June 11.) But after reading today’s front-page story in The Toronto Star, “Proof of love? 532 pages aren’t enough,”…
When I met my husband-to-be at 23 we lived in separate apartments, at diagonal corners of a large park. I remember that giddy feeling of walking to his place late at night, excited about how the night might unfold. There was a kaleidoscope of butterflies…