Some men are born gift givers. They zealously clip ads, create lists, or file away a well-dropped hint. Others have different talents. My husband falls into the latter category. In all matters of gift purchasing, he must be led, like a bull with a nose ring, directly to the desired item. As in, sent the link to the specific item in the appropriate ...
I was more than a little skeptical when a friend gave me the gift of a face reading session. I’d seen those movies where the fortune-teller works a scam under the table. And google certainly takes the guesswork out of meeting strangers. One look at my social media and you know the basics about my life, love and hobbies. Which is why I was pleasantly ...
Having grown up without sisters, my husband has always been intrigued by female gatherings. This was why, 28 years ago, he crashed my bridal shower to give me a store-wrapped gift (which, among other things, contained a couple of wooden watches). The card read, “May our life together always be an adventure.” Inside the box was a pair of tomato red ...