A plan for the next 52 weeks

This is me and my guy tonight. For my 50th birthday dinner he took me out to Bis on Main, a restaurant in old Bellevue restaurant that seemed to be filled with old Bellevue type-residents (refined, of money, conservative), but with a distinctly forward looking idea about food — my salad included pickled rhubarb that…

The perils of parental dating

I grew up in a single parent home. My mom dated and periodically had long-term boyfriends. We liked some. We could have done without others. My dad’s love life was a bit more remote, and he quickly met and married my step-mom. Happily, she was a keeper. But it was a different time, and I…

Fifteen years ago right now…

Fifteen years ago right now I was recovering from one of those a little bit of everything births — induction, labor, pushing, c-section. I was spending every second I could staring at the 5 pound peanut I’d come out of the experience with. He looked like an old balding Jewish man (a look he kept…