Looking back at what feels like a lifetime ago, I stood around a kitchen island with a bunch of friends, newly married, complaining about our husbands. It. Was. Awesome!
It was like this deep itch I wanted to scratch and releasing these words did just that. It felt so good to share about all of the dumb things my husband did and hear other women contribute theirs. It was like I was suddenly part of this exclusive club and these women “got” me.Read More