Casita Klatsch

Tiebreaker

I really love this about us.

The shoe organizer Mark and I share--notice the laces.

Number Six

(...but who's counting?)

Happy Anniversary, my man!

Here it is (again)

My final day in Tucson.  What an odd connection I have with this place.  Okay, so I just wrote this long segment on what Tucson means to me on a personal level.  Then I deleted it all.  A bit too Sally Jesse. 

Let's just say that I've grown here.  I've experienced both intense joy and pain.  I've worked my ass off here.  I nurtured a partner through the hell of getting his Ph.D here.  Then I followed up a couple years later by returning to get my own doctorate.  

And, here, along came Mark, wrecking my plans and stealing my heart.  It was here I began my life-changing role of parenting, when Zane arrived from Australia.

Now, here I am.  I was 34 when I first arrived.  Now I am 46.  More than 7 of those intervening years were spent here in the Sonoran Desert.  Most recently, I've just spent 6 of the past 8 months in Tucson, during which time I have realized that a full-time career in music is not worth the sacrifice of being with my partner and watching our son grow up.

As always, I'm a bit heart-heavy leaving Tucson.  Homer has made my temporary residency here a pleasure.  We have become very close, and I'm happy that we place each other on our list of best friends.  Fellas, for the record, here's one worth noting. 

So to Homer, as well as Lani, Forrest, Steve, Brian, Richard, Cobban, Ray, Lyle, Norene and everyone I've met or reconnected with here, thanks for keeping me company.  I'll see you all in July, when we return to Tucson for Mark's doctorate. 

Wait, did I just say that?

Til Death Do We Part

 We thought not engagement rings. 
We thought dog tags. 
Yes, yesteryear.
But, after all, it was yesteryear
When we met.

We fancied brightly,
Select words from our vows
Inscribed thereupon,
A future together.
Our son, too.

Two maligned syllables:
A representation of faith;
A pronouncement of joy;
A celebration of freedom;
An offering of lives to each other.

What is it about our love
That frightens you?

What is it about our life
That you would rape our dream?

What is it about our happiness
That escorts you to bitterness?

You deny us the right.
But you will never silence the capacity.
Til death do we part.

The Incredibly Wonderful, Sexy Shrinking Man

I just have to do it, especially because he hit a weight-loss milestone a couple of days ago.

Ladies and Gents, I present to you my beautiful hubby.  I am so proud of him.

Last year

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