Beth Mende Conny's picture with her head in a book.My head in a book, a book in my head. Ah, the writer’s life.

Monday’s musing

Beth Mende Conny's quote: Anxiety is like a traffic jam. Sometimes you've got to sit it out.Anxiety is like a traffic jam. Sometimes you’ve got to sit it out.

— Beth Mende Conny

Father’s Day and the romance of underwear

Beth Mende Conny's Father's Day essay about her husband, Joe.

Hubby Joe and me

I just found this essay in one of my laptop folders. Although I wrote it two years back, it still holds true. (FYI: Evil Child is my older daughter, Julia.)

So, there we were in the kitchen, watching Hubby Joe open his Father’s Day gifts. Jenna, 17, gave him a month’s cable subscription to the Tennis Channel. Julia, 25, baked him cupcakes. I got him underwear.

Julia looked at the underwear and said: “Is this my life 30 years from now? Getting my husband underwear?”

To which I said: “I hope you’re lucky enough to have a relationship that lasts that long, and even luckier to know when your husband needs underwear. That’s intimacy.”

Yeah, underwear isn’t romantic. Yeah, it’s boring. So what. After 30 years, I’m willing to let a few things slide. But not friendship. Hubby and I are best buds. We’ve grown up together; we’ve grown each other.

Which is not to say we don’t travel separate paths at times; I’d like to think that’s a sign of a good, or even good-enough, relationship. The key, indeed hope, is that our paths be parallel, with lots of crossover. And that when we look over, we smile. We remember our friendship and what the other needs. Even if it’s only underwear.


I’m an addict

http://www.planetofsuccess.com/blog/I am an addict, addicted not to drugs or Downton Abbey reruns but to pens. I wake and reach for them. Gotta write, gotta write, gotta write. Catch that thought, catch that thought, catch that thought. Every morning. Every morning.

But why that thought? Surely there will be others, zillions. But there’s something about that one that compels me. It comes to me complete, wrapped in ribbon, straight out of the box. Perfect. All I’ve got to do is capture it. I need my pen.