Marriage
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It’s late and we’re exhausted. It has not been a good week (John was attacked by a horrid dog, & it has been really awful at the hospital). But one of the bright spots in our months is the day we make our student loan repayment. Today was no different!
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Yes, I know it’s a little strange but go with me here!
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You know, it took years of marriage to truly appreciate our individual contributions to the Chatterjee-Woolman family unit. John, for example, is a Nurturer. He finds it fulfilling to care for people he loves. To raise them up. A slow, laid-back yet hardworking life; a signature quiet strength. Me? I am a Hunter. I love…
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I’ve often seen people who love work being lambasted, as if nothing else is important to them. We need to look again. Anyone who knows me knows that I’m interested in everything. Everything! So, naturally I get distr…. Ooh what’s that? Yes, I get distracted easily. But, we’ve covered that already. It’s one of the many…
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John saw fun. I saw frivolous. John saw a good grip & fun to use. Me? Cumbersome & unnecessary. I prefer function over form; John prefers both with a fondness for form. Give me a solid metal peeler any day! I was about to articulate my annoyance as he beamed about this purchase when something occurred to…
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“The great enemy of communication, we find, is the illusion of it.” –W.H. Whyte. My parents, happily married, dreamt of a future together. But after witnessing many heartbreaks I realised that they had very different ideas about the work-life balance needed to build that future. Decades later, I now hear my friends describing the same differences: “I didn’t know he would be gone this often”,…
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“Djuknow what we need to focus more on?” John asked. “Hmm?” I looked up from my book, quite curious. “Cook from scratch as many weekday evenings as possible”, said John thumbing through a thoughtful Xmas gift. (I hate housework, and this idea sounded like more housework to me!) But we do cook from scratch, I protested. We…
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It was one of those cold autumn afternoons some weeks ago. We were sitting around an open fire; book in hand, lost in the narrative: Sounds fabulous, doesn’t it? Yeah, sounds fabulous, feels: bloomin’ freezin’! Yep, we’d turned off the heating to save money and here we were sitting outside burning wood and paper! As I was about…
The Chatterjee-Woolmans 