Kelly Salasin

Tag: marriage

  • Confessions of a Doctor’s Daughter

    When I was a kid, even a broken bone didn’t  warrant my physician father’s attention. And bleeding gashes requiring stitches were simply attended to in the kitchen.  All other complaints (obviously not requiring surgery) were highly suspect– with reponses like “hypochondriac” or “psychosomatic” or “let’s cut it off.” Thus, it wasn’t until my late thirties…

  • Mid-Life Fantasies (& Stop Signs)

    Today, I caught myself in what must be a “mid-life” moment. It’s hard for me to accept that I’m old enough or pathetic enough to fit this stereotype, but there I was chauffeuring my kids around town, while daydreaming about my neighbor. The crazy thing is that I’m not particularly attracted to the guy; I’m…