Tuesday, March 22, 2011


I tend to group the people of this world into two categories: talkers and non-talkers.

These are gross generalizations, but here's the basic break-down. Talkers are the people that would rather be talking than silent. They think out loud with their mouths. Non-talkers are not necessarily shy or backwards, but sometimes forget to say out loud what is going through their brains. They would rather listen than talk.

Here's what I love: so many talkers marry non-talkers! I can think of dozens of couples that are like this, Isaac and Camber included. Yes, guess who's who.

I'll go ahead and tell you that Isaac is a talker and I am a non-talker. In fact, one of Isaac's classmates recently told him, "Isaac, whatever you do in life, it better be something where you talk a lot."

We laughed at that. Because it's true.

I say this not to censure but to commend. Isaac's talkativeness is one of the first things I found attractive about him. The beauty of this arrangement is that it takes the pressure off of me to fill the silence, and Isaac has someone who loves listening to him talk.

The other night we stood chatting in the kitchen, and he began recounting some exploit or other from high school.

"Yes, I remember the story," I said.

"I know, but can I tell it to you again?"

Which he did.

And almost five years after meeting him, I'm still never bored by my talker.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Beverage night...Mormon style

Some people may wonder how we get along without alcohol.

Here's one way.

Stairwell beverage night.

6 people. 6 mugs. Cherry apple cider. Some weird hats, scarves, and pajamas. Some high-brow poetry reading.

No hangover.