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No Rain But Maybe a Tugboat Man Sighting?
I’m STILL trying to finish up the EMPOWERING series about my recent camping trip and what it’s like to go on a road trip with an adult son and daughter-in-law (funny), but got news late last night...
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Women Are From Venus, Men Are From Stupid
SOME men. All right, MOST men. Why am I throwing down the gauntlet with such a broad and inflammatory statement? Because I am REALLY REALLY tired of tugboat man being gone more than 120 days, that’s...
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The Life of a Tugboat Captain’s Wife
This is so me when I heard he’s going to be helicoptered in to a remote offshore location… When he’s home, like he’s been for about a month, I can totally erase from my mind the fact that he’ll have to...
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My Tugboat Man is Gone and I’m Blue
It seems like I can just copy and paste the same posts because the same things happen over and over again. It begins… Tugboat man withdrawals. Cold turkey. I took him to the airport at 4:30 a.m. Once...
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When a Ship Goes Missing — The Other Side of Being a Mariner’s Wife
It’s not ALL about shopping ’til I drop while my tugboat man is out to sea. From ABC News: “A stricken cargo ship with 28 Americans on board that vanished during Hurricane Joaquin remained missing...
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Being a Mariner’s Wife is a Constant State of Worry
Woke up to this terse email from my tugboat man: P.S. What he means by “go in” is sailing into a safe port, but now the weather is swirling all around him, and best practices dictate staying offshore....
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Remember the Merchant Mariner on Veteran’s Day
And this year let’s not forget the thirty-three lives that were lost on El Faro. My tugboat man is a proud member of the United States Merchant Marine. He is a merchant mariner. He also served in...
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This is the life of a tugboat captain’s wife…
My tugboat man departed mid-September for what was supposed to be a six-week assignment. In the world of the merchant mariner, that’s easy; a piece of cake. He’s still not home and what’s today’s date?...
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my part-time marriage
You know what I hate more than my tugboat man’s delays that prevent him from coming home? I really hate all the people who don’t stop asking me when he’s coming home and give me a sort of a snarkly...
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Burying the Lede. Again.
Picture this: last evening at 5pm…I’m still sick with the flu (but recovering) on the sofa in my flannel jammies, the ones with happy little owls sprinkled all over a turquoise background, drinking...
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