a book for two hours. The silence was intoxicating.
Then, I escalated. I invented a hip problem. “Oh, honey, the doctor says I need physical therapy twice a week. It’s non-negotiable.” “Oh no, Mom! Okay, we’ll figure it out for those hours. Mike can shift his schedule.”
So, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I limp out of the house. I make a show of grimacing continue reading …
