Tag: marriage
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I Need to Know How Many
It’s the middle of 2020 and I’m writing a grocery list for my husband. He has been shopping for our groceries since the day we all realized how people sneeze all over carts then abandon it for the next set of gullible hands. Sometimes I save our grocery lists and I mix them in with…
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A Story: One Winter Day in the Life of a Writer
In our house, taking out the trash involves scooping cat litter and adding a week’s worth of poop to our trash. This is usually my husband’s chore. Today, I decide to help my stressed-out husband who is in back-to-back meetings at the office. He says he doesn’t have enough time to take sips of water…
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For the Ones With a Unique Voice
My husband replies, “What?” like a reflex after 98% of what I say. This isn’t something new for me. My entire life, my mom would read warnings from my teachers on slips of paper tucked inside our take-home folders, “Ashley is very sweet, but she really needs to speak up or her grade will drop.”…
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Black Market Dumbbells
There’s a shortage of dumbbells. Here’s a list of things I never thought I would care about: Dumbbells. A shortage of dumbbells. How to acquire dumbbells on the black market.
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Honey and Mustard (Not Honey Mustard)
I don’t like honey mustard, but I love honey mixed with mustard. (Ask my husband.)
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I Want to Become the Friend Who Remembers Birthdays
Every month, I hope that I will wake up changed, a new woman, suddenly transformed into the thoughtful person I want to be—the friend who remembers birthdays. It’s sort of like how every day, my cat climbs on the back of my reclining zero gravity chair on my porch. And every day, she hopes that…
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The Art of Grocery Lists
“Why are you using a good Sharpie pen to write a grocery list?” my husband asks. “Because I like how it writes,” I say.
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Lost Socks on Laundry Day
My husband (who affectionately calls me the Laundry Fairy) says his socks are missing. I remember hearing tales of lost socks from others who were living in a different chapter and carried far heavier loads than I did as a single person. Where could it have possibly gone? I always wondered. (How did your life…
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And This Is 30
Birthdays turn her to mush (she’s a memory hoarder). Today, she reflects on her twenties, saying goodbye to the decade her old soul has spent too many late flipping-and-flopping nights wishing away. Did her circumference widen with each new ring of growth? Did she learn to number her days? Sometimes she remembers, other times she…
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How to Say “I Do” in Three Months’ Time
I’ve heard rumors of courthouses. But there are also scribbled dreams in lock-and-key diaries of dancing under a white tent, string lights and stars glowing up above, or some other twinkly version of happily ever after. It’s true, we planned a magical vineyard wedding in three months (and we’re still in love). Many have asked…
Ashley Fenker 