by Sandy Lingo | May 1, 2020 |
Last night my normally fastidious husband tossed his coat on the bench, the bench that sits a mere three feet away from our coat closet. “Why didn’t you hang up your coat?” I asked. “I’ll just have to get it out of the closet tomorrow morning.” “By that reasoning, why...
by Sandy Lingo | Apr 17, 2020 |
“I wonder why one candle is dripping more than the other,” wondered my husband “I wonder if those Adirondack chairs are plastic or wood?” “I wonder why they didn’t tear down this building/paint this wall/put on a new doorknob, and where exactly does the...
by Sandy Lingo | Apr 13, 2020 |
It was 2:45 AM on Thursday, March 12. (Is it even possible that, as I am writing this, it was just four weeks ago? The world is a different place.) Rick was sound asleep in our daughter Allison’s guest room in Oslo, Norway. But I was wide awake beside him. We had...
by Sandy Lingo | Mar 13, 2020 |
It’s an expression: “I couldn’t give it away.” That summer day in 2007, I couldn’t give our encyclopedia set away. The kids had moved out, and now we were moving out, trading the big five-bedroom house for 1200 square feet in a city high rise. There would be no room...
by Sandy Lingo | Mar 7, 2020 |
We were at a beautiful resort in Cancun, and I was furious with my husband, Rick. Based on my vast experience as a married woman, I can say with some assurance that it’s no less miserable to be in that angry space at the beach than in your laundry room or at the...
by Sandy Lingo | Feb 18, 2020 |
As I reached for the phone, I glanced at the clock. It was 5:00 AM. This can’t be good, I thought. “Hello?” I croaked. The answer was unintelligible screaming. I only made out one word: “Mooooom!” You know how kids make “Mom” a four-syllable word when they want...
