When I was a senior in college, I took a sociology course on marriage. It was known as a gut course, dead easy. You could even cut class, as I did that quarter in order to go bowling with a friend. Yet the course was useful, particularly our discussions about the innumerable tremendous trifles that pop up in every marriage or close relationship. You know…the person who leaves toothpaste in the sink…the one who always drops dirty clothes on the floor…the partner who never replaces a toilet paper roll. (And these are just bathroom topics.) What are we supposed to do with all of the be
Have you noticed that every decade or so, you are somebody else? Not that you turn from being a pussycat into being a werewolf. Nothing that drastic. But all of us change in a variety of ways as the years fly by. In 1984, thousands of us were reading Gail Sheehy’s book, Passages, on this topic. Today, when I think about my own changes, I tend to wander off to the pantry, where we keep the Bailey’s Irish Cream and the sherry and the Kahlua.
We live in an amazing world. As we’re waking up in the morning we can IM someone. We can Skype, poke, e-mail, text, twitter, and tweet…all day long. All day. Wow. Back in our log cabin days, who would have believed this? Today we can post our brilliant, witty comments online—for the entire world to see—on every topic in the world—whether we know anything about it or not. It’s positively electric!