“I think Gilligan needs professional dog training,” I said, huddled in the corner of our couch while our Labrador Retriever ran sprints around the room.
“I think Gilligan needs professional dog training,” I said, huddled in the corner of our couch while our Labrador Retriever ran sprints around the room.
After decades of gleaning my own identity from the contentment of my family members, life was suddenly all about me.
I wasn’t a smoker, but I’d seen other drivers looking so relaxed in their cars, one hand dangling casually out the window, a cigarette clamped between two fingers.
Bailing with my bucket list
When your spouse doesn’t agree with your bucket list, you may need to use it to bail yourself out.