the happy hausfrau
"What fresh hell is this?" Dorothy Parker
About Me: The Happy Hausfrau
In This House
“In this house” LOL. If you’ve spent any time in groups for parents of college aged kids, you’ll see this phrase used a lot. Sometimes in ...
Little Ditty ‘Bout My Martini Glass
Ahhh. There it is. That’s my martini glass. THE martini glass. It’s a single solitary glass, not part of a set. I found it at a thrift sto...
Middle Aged Woman, Interuppted
Oh hey there! It’s been a minute, right? I know this is the part where I present the binder full of excuses, and fill you in on everything...
I really CAN quit you, Facebook!
Come sit next to me, little ones, while I regale you with the tale of Facebook. Oh! The days of yore when it was a seemingly benign place fo...
Hospice Post Follow Up: yeah there was some wine involved
You know how it goes, after a night of grief-wining, you check to make sure you didn't leave any messes...physical and/or otherwise. ...
Hospice Notes: Chapter 1
Wow. Hello, friends. Quick update to keep everyone up to speed. I've quit Facebook. My dad is dying. I promised to write more so here we...
The Tears of a (white) Clown
Wow. So the last time we chatted, I had run into a colleague from the past who nudged me about this blog. About writing in general. As we ...
A few days ago, I was out on my daily quarantine walk with Walter. Back in the PC days (pre Covid, ya know), I used to feel anxious when...
A Love Letter to Crappy Cars and the People who drive them
Isn't it strange how some snatches of conversation, words another person have uttered somehow stay firm and fresh in your mind? Like ...
50, Single & Not Really Feeling the Mingle: Why Dying Alone Doesn't Sound So Bad
Time was, the thought of being single forever and ever was the saddest thing I could imagine. Could there be anything worse? Not being p...
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