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Stitching My Life Together

This post isn’t about divorce. Not precisely, anyway. When I was married the first time, my then-husband expected me to perform more domestic “wifely duties,” and I refused. I still refuse (thankfully, Husband #2 is much more accepting of this trait). My house isn’t spotless. I don’t enjoy cooking. I don’t feel at home in the garden. In general, I find domestic chores to be an annoyance, at best. But today something funny happened. I was changing the sheets on my bed. After wrestling with the fitted sheet (a task which caused me to curse more than once), I spread […]

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