There was a time in our relationship that everyone but Crankenstein seemed to be pregnant and it left her despondent. From inexperienced relatives in their early twenties to well-established married couples in their forties and seemingly everyone in between, our friends, family and colleagues were participating in a baby boom we knew would pass us …
When Crankenstein was still in training, we used to fantasize about how our lives might change once she was an attending physician. We wouldn’t be tied to any one place geographically, as you are during medical school, residency and fellowship, and her compensation would increase dramatically, allowing us to finally make progress on her staggering …
Update: As of 7/20/23, the issue is resolved (knock wood) for now. No one at Bluehost has an explanation for ongoing cache issues with the Cranky Lesbian homepage, so until it is fixed I’ll post new content links here for anyone who isn’t an email subscriber. The lag time was a few hours last week, …
“What’s going on down there?” Crankenstein called downstairs from our bedroom one night a couple weeks ago, her tone suggesting more confusion than annoyance. “I’m serenading Muriel as I unload the dishwasher,” I replied of the off-the-cuff (and probably equally off-key) Nat King Cole medley in which I faithfully substituted ‘woo,’ one of Muriel’s favorite …
Edit: Around 9 pm CST, Bluehost’s server went down, so the site isn’t currently loading at all. That’s one of many reasons I’m currently testing different hosts with other content. Last night’s Wimbledon post on Cranky Lesbian didn’t originally appear on the homepage due to a cache issue that was quickly rectified. If it still …