Category: burying the pin

  • Each Day So Long It Feels Like a Month

    “Is the phrase ‘Slough of Despond’ from Harry Potter or what?” I holler to my husband, who is folding laundry four feet away. We both half-wonder why I’m hollering, what with him standing right there and all.  But, then again, it’s been that kind of day. A hollaback-at-your-knickers-folding-husband kind of day. In that moment, I […]