Category: Being a Husband

Wrinkly Americans

My wife and I were flanked at the thread mills by two Wrinkly-Americans. Possibly 25 years our senior they moved slowly onto the machines and pushed the buttons quizzically to make them go. They paid no mind to time, us or the busy bodies around them. They figured out their routine and from time to time checked in on each other in a half nagging sort of way.
My wife and I looked at one another and noted the glimpse at a possible future. It looked pretty alright.

Podcast – Revelations on the Orgasm

Hugo talks about those moments when a myth is debunked and how a new truth make for personal growth. Then he fumbles to explain his newer understanding of the Female Orgasm and how it relates to his personal life. 
On the Show Today: 
Netflix Original – Explain from Vox https://www.netflix.com/title/80216752 
Vox – Let’s Talk about the Female Orgasm https://www.vox.com/2018/8/22/17765514/female-orgasm-explained-netflix 
Subscribe to the Podcast or you can find Hugo on Twitter at @hugosposts on Insta at @hugotorres or his blog at sangabrielvalley.blogspot.com

Knowing Glances and Off to Bed

I saw her eyes and knew. 
Our little ones were still wide awake and nowhere near sleepy so a quick choice had to be made. It was a no brainer as I beckoned her into our bedroom. She had to take a moment to ready herself and so I took her bathroom break as an opportunity to peel bed sheets away and get the nest ready. When she opened the door to greet me I read her signals and didn

What will I miss

The retirement strategist shared with all the small business owners this morning some helpful data about days-sans-work and planning for them. 
He lost me for a moment I’ll admit. 
When he mentioned the statistical gap that says that it is likely that I will die several years before my partner does my mind began to wonder of what I’ll miss. One day her hands will turn really wrinkly and I may not get to massage them. Will it turn out that like my father I’ll miss hearing the coos of my first grandchild? It’ll be a shame not to unleash my inner curmudgeon at the Thanksgiving table and then take a nap right after. Then one day it could be that I’ll be just a picture on the wall and some people may tell tall fond tales of the handsome young guy I used to be. 
I snapped back to real time just as the presentation ended. I’m thinking about this stuff a lot late. Could it be it’s because my 30s are coming to an end this year?

Charm of Clooney – A Wishlist

I would have liked to have had the strength of character of a Churchill. 
The pensiveness of Lincoln. Wit of Wilde and charm of Clooney. The rockstar edge of Morrison and the guts of either of the Martin Luthers. 
The writing chops of Cervantes or Hemingway or Orwell.
Most of all I would have liked the patience of Kinder who has supported me in the pursuit of wishes and still seems to like the simple man I really am.

Carrie Fisher

In real life I fell in love with a woman who is feisty, tells it to me straight and is incredibly sexy. There are countless reason why she’s the perfect fit for me but I recognize that she does fit into a template that was cast by a woman we lost today.

Carrie Fisher.

In later years, the young woman who chose me has changed in a variety of ways. She has encountered challenges and she has bested them. Sometimes with my aid and many times without. In spite of this on going metamorphosis at the core she is still so very strong and a force of nature I get to spend time with.

In the last couple of years I learned from Carrie’s stories that she had to overcome many self imposed demons and some events that would shake us all to the core. In her one woman performance “Wishful Drinking” she laid out the challenges that even the royalty of Hollywood must endure. She shared her stories with a smile and seemed at peace with her station in life.

She enjoyed the same sense of self that my wife too embodies at times.

I am grateful for being the hero woman that she was. On and off the screen.

May the Force be with her…Always!

Let there be Lights

Every year at Casa Torres there is one tradition I least forward to.

That is putting up the Christmas lights about the house. I typically fine them as a tangled web which takes time to unwind and check. Then I’ll most awkwardly move about confined spaces with a bulky latter to reach the heights necessary to drape them. From start to finish the process is dusty, frustrating and tiring.

But Nic and the kids love their holiday lights. Who am I to deny them?

Besides, when they do come on line I’ll admit they pull me in closer to the Season’s spirit and that’s not bad.