Question: What’s the scariest thing that a wife of forty years might hear from her husband? (No, it’s not “I’m leaving you for a younger woman,” though that might be preferable to the true correct response.) Answer: “Honey, at the end of the year, I’m going to retire.” Question: What’s the scariest thing that a
It’s as inevitable as the changing of the seasons, as predictable as the ebb and flow of the tides, as constant as the sunrise in the morning. It is its own force of nature, but with a human voice – the daily cry from the upstairs bedroom: “Honey, I can’t find my glasses!” Did I
Thank you, Bill Gates. Thank you, Steve Jobs. You may have saved my marriage. Because of you, my husband and I hardly argue any more. That is because we hardly talk anymore. Instead we send each other abbreviated, misspelled, unpunctuated messages via e-mail and texting. “Honey,” I write in an e-mail from my computer to
