9:00 on a Thursday Night
It is 9 p.m., and my husband is taking a shower. I recently wrote “my husband” in an email to a friend and she chided me that “if you would use his name instead of that charmingly bridal and proprietorial ‘my husband,’ I could remember it, ahem.” And so, for you, Sheila, and for any […]
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