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Nancy Roman

Category Archives: Marriage

Decisions, Decisions

Years ago, I became friends with a co-worker whose life was very unlike my Ozzie and Harriet existence. Especially in the boyfriend arena. I had no boyfriend of record. Karen had a boyfriend with a record. And I don’t mean he was churning out hits like Ozzie’s son Ricky. No. He was an ex-con. Jeff …

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Whizz-Bang

Today we cleaned, bagged, and froze twenty pounds of strawberries. We have strawberries and/or blueberries every morning. Healthy breakfasters, that’s us. So Hubby picked about thirty pounds of strawberries in the past week.(Five pounds already in the freezer; five pounds already through our digestive systems, so twenty pounds to fix today.) I love picking strawberries, …

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Flea Marketing

This weekend my husband and I traveled to Brimfield Massachusetts to the huge Brimfield Antique Flea Market. Brimfield is held three times a year, and it’s always a crazy event. For more than 50 years, the nuttiest folks from all over the globe collect junk and come together to see if they can fleece the …

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Not Having Children

Note: I wrote this essay fourteen years ago. This Mother’s Day, I find I am ready to share it. NOT HAVING CHILDREN I married when I was forty. It was amazing at that age how many people asked me if we were going to have children. No, I’d say, We’re not having children. What is …

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They’re Practically Twins!

Considering how much I adored my father, it was astonishing to me that I fell in love with and married a man who was so different from my dad. Take Sports, for example. My father was a true sports fan. Football, basketball, baseball, golf. Though I am a horrible athlete, I know a lot about …

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So Close, But Yet So Far

guess who?

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Guilt-Gone Girl

Because I decided I would no longer drive in bad weather, I have essentially been a shut-in here in Connecticut for the last four weeks. And that means I did not get to the store to buy a Valentine’s Day card. I did have some chocolate-covered strawberries delivered, but I thought for sure I would …

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Once Again, I’ve Hidden It

Oh, I’ve written a couple of times about how secretive I am. I am diabolical in the ways in which I hide things from my husband. (“Secret Agent” and “‘Where’s My Hat?’ Asked Waldo”) I was a meanie again this week. In the morning as I am leaving for work, my husband is making his …

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O Christmas Pan!

Time for Christmas reruns…. Here’s my favorite Christmas story. To my husband’s chagrin, I tell it often.   O CHRISTMAS PAN! I met my husband in November 1989. By Christmas we were pretty much living together.  We weren’t kids – he was in his forties and I was thirty-eight. So we didn’t see much sense …

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I Love Him. I Love Him Not.

Today’s my 23rd wedding anniversary.  In recognition of that special day, here’s my anniversary post from two years ago. I Love Him. I Love Him Not. Recently on a friend’s blog, I commented about romance. To those people still hoping to find everlasting love I gave this advice: “Don’t expect perfection. After many years of …

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