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My husband and I have a unique relationship. I’m sure most couples think that, and can probably also relate to my early problem: I was shy, and thus reserved. It was an odd mix of showing a ‘highlight reel’ and of dulling myself: to not be too smart, to not try and be funny. Men don’t like those things, I’d gleaned, and so I mitigated the inevitable wreckage of my personality. Over the past decade, it’s resulted in very very funny exchanges, now that he can’t do anything abou

I’ve never thought of myself as creative. I do believe it’s a skill that can be expanded upon and honed, but I would never consider myself to have been a creative child. I existed wholly within books, so perhaps my creativity remained exclusively in my mind. As an adult, my lack of ability to ‘play’ is stark. When my stepdaughter was young, we were one of those ‘Elf on the Shelf’ households at Christmas. My husband and I would try to alternate nights of responsibility, of wha

Memories are odd things. Our earliest ones may or not have even happened, but in our mind, they did, so their effect remains. My earliest memory is being at the pediatrician, as the doctor slid a scalpel beneath a fingernail on my left hand. I was two(ish). I’d been in daycare, and this is in no way meant to indicate that daycare is the root of all lasting childhood miseries. I aggravated another little girl — or didn’t; both our motivations remain murky — and she bit the tip

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