I Cried Myself to Sleep
At the recommendation of a friend.
Suzy Girard
Writer. Firestarter. Chaos coordinator. I torch old scripts about midlife, motherhood, and menopause—with humor sharp enough to make the patriarchy flinch.
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I Married a Man I Don’t Fully Understand
A brief note before we begin: I’ve been away for a family event that required my presence, my attention, my love, and nearly every internal organ associated with emotional regulation.
There Are Two Kinds of Travelers. I Married the Other One.
If it were up to my husband, we would go to the airport before we ever decided to take the trip.
So…Did They Culture It?
I’ve noticed something alarming.
What the Heart Can Hold
The other night, I watched my husband teaching our daughter to play the drums.
Stop Filling Other People’s Baskets
For thirty years, I thought “I have a problem” was just shorthand for, “Would you mind fixing it?”
Recipe for Remembering
This week, I finally opened two small tin recipe boxes that had been sitting on a shelf in my kitchen for years.
The Ring Incident
I have become convinced that the fall of Western civilization can be directly traced to the customer service department of a certain large national electronics retailer.
The Man With The Machete
One of the most important life lessons I’ve ever learned was given to me by a tree farmer.
Everything Else
My doctor slid his chair closer.