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  • February 27, 2009 / by Robin Munson

    MOTHER-IN-LOVE

    Back when Art proposed to me (well, when he asked whether I thought we ought to get married), I was happy with the prospect of our new life together, but I had no idea what to expect in terms of his family, which was about to become *my* family. I had already had the experience

  • July 27, 2008 / by Robin Munson

    LOTTO

    “Matthew, our paper got soaked last night. I’m going down to the liquor store to get another one. You want anything?” “No, thanks, hon. I’m gonna take a shower. Care to join me?” “Thanks. But my mother warned me about boys like you. First thing you know you’ll be soaping me up. Then where’ll we

  • December 19, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    FOR US GIRLS (AND SOME OF YOU GUYS)

    FOR US GIRLS (AND SOME OF YOU GUYS) My sister is getting married on New Year’s Day. That’s my older sister. (I think we’ve already established that I am way north of thirty-five). My younger sister (younger by one year only) just got married in July – to a man who is chronologically quite a

  • December 9, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    THE BUZZ – PART TWO

    Preface: In case you are just dropping in for the first time, this is the second part in a short story. Part One was posted yesterday (December 7th). THE BUZZ – PART TWO Sami was crushed. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand as she headed out for her broken down Renault.

  • December 7, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    AT HOME WITH FAMILY

    Art and I got to Connecticut Friday night. We were lucky because the weather cooperated with us and our flight here was (mostly) okay. (The plane bucked over the Rockies like a bronco buster. You can imagine how happy that made me)! But we got a beautiful gift today. The sky got pregnant with little

  • December 2, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    A VERY LONG ENGAGEMENT

    In exactly twenty-four hours Art and I will be at the airport. At about this time I will swallow my little white pill, which will help me to get through the rest of the day. My hands and feet will probably be a little clammy. (They usually warm up when the pill kicks in). But

  • December 1, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    PACKING

    Within forty-eight hours Art and I will be on a (gulp) plane bound for Connecticut. I am doing what I always do – vowing that I will not wait until the last minute to pack. Mentally taking stock of what we’ll need, and realizing that no matter what I take or don’t take, it will

  • November 7, 2004 / by Robin Munson

    DANCING BETWEEN THE RAINDROPS

    DANCING BETWEEN THE RAINDROPS A boy and a girl, Henry and Rose, were so much in love, that they couldn’t wait to get married. Although she was only sixteen and he was only seventeen, it didn’t matter to them. They asked for their parents’ blessing, but their parents could only shake their heads and say