My husband and I are competitive people.   Thanksgiving is no time to slack off on our principles.  (And by principles, I mean, proving that my mom’s Thanksgiving is way better than his mom’s.)
While most families will be sitting around a table, holding hands, saying grace and the things that [...]

If I’m being honest, it’s not technically fair to talk about how I’m a newlywed and how things are all new and we’re still having sex four times a day and gazing into each others’ eyes.
Prior to my wedding, I dated Laef for 2 years and lived with [...]

This is what I woke up to this morning.
Hawt coffee, mmmm. Log into Facebook, log into gmail. New message on Match, hmmm, maybe this will be the one! And I get this….

Umm, I think NOT.
Subject – You seem like a great girl (I am, thankyouverymuch!)
Now, I shit [...]

Coming up with things to write about is hard. I mean, especially when you find yourself writing for a site like Aiming Low, who’s literary standards are ridiculously fucking high.
It needs to be life altering, ya know?
Something that would make MSNBC and FOX News salivate at the [...]

I jerk awake suddenly.
I reached for him, but my bed was empty.
What time was it, it felt too late for him to not be there.
He stayed late at work finishing a project.
He told me he would be home by midnight.
Where’s the clock?
It’s 3am.
My heart drops.

I am not ok.
There I said it.
Lately, I am just. not. alright.
I realize that usually we are a funny bunch here at Aiming Low but, I just don’t have it in me.  In a perfect world there would be sunshine and rainbows and all kinds of funny spewing [...]

About ten years ago, I got the wild idea to go swimming in the Santa Fe river around dusk. (Yes, this is gator-o-clock. I live on the edge. Of reason.)

I threw some clothes on over a bikini and dragged my then-boyfriend-now-husband George to the car. We drove just outside of High Springs, Florida to a small park/boatramp off a bumpy dirt road in the middle of nowhere.

We chattered on the way there, all caught up in that blissful honeymoon stage of our relationship. (Plus, we were still technically teenagers.) The whole thing was sort of magical, you know? The excitement of a mini-road-trip. An evening off campus. Knowing we’d be jumping into the water all half-nekkid and shivering and giggling. Good times.

Seriously, I don’t.
Why?
Well….
I have an unnecessarily stressful full-time job in publishing,
And a 7 year old son, who is also unnecessarily stressful, in addition to being unnecessarily a lot of other things, including:
messy,
hungry,
forgetful,
interested in completing death-defying stunts involving household furnishings,
and smart.
Seriously, he answers questions on Jeopardy about planets and [...]