One day, when my daughter was seventeen, I asked her to vacuum the living room carpet. She looked up from the magazine she was flipping through, thought about my request…
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I suppose I’d always admired my former husband’s unshakable confidence, his ability to see the world in straight black and white, right and wrong. For someone like me— a bit…
My mother used to complain whenever I trotted up to my bedroom without taking the items she’d left for me on the stairs. She’d complain again if I came back…
