Swearrings

Thanks to today's internet censorship (SOPA & PIPA) controversy, I now have an occasion appropriate for these earrings. I don't even know what to call them. Comic book swear word earrings? Censored curses?

The Perfumed Kerchief

Whenever I go on vacation, I like to take with me a perfumed kerchief. I know, I know. That’s SO five centuries ago. You’re probably laughing at me, just as my husband did and my brother. But they don’t laugh any more.

While passing through Charles de Gaulle airport on the way to Zurich in 2004, my travelling buddies and I were forced to deplane the old-fashioned way: lugging our luggage down a staircase that had been wheeled up to the plane’s door, then being herded onto a bus – standing room only - that drove us to the terminal.

“What is that smell?” someone asked.

The Republican at the Door

I never expected I’d marry a military man, but I did. Two and a half months after the ceremony, he deployed to Iraq for a year, leaving me on my own to decipher acronyms and navigate a labyrinth of websites that loop back onto one another while failing spectacularly to provide a shred of assistance to the new wife of an Army Reservist who doesn’t live near a military base. But already I am cursing the Army, and that’s a post for another day. This post is about cursing the party that got us into the war in the first place. …