A blog, a spouse and some questions
As my husband, Marc, and I left our house and walked to his car to begin our weekly pilgrimage to Costco, his phone buzzed alerting him to a new email. He glanced down to check the email. “Oh, it is your blog,” he announced. “Which one is it today? Do I have to read it or can I just delete it?” He asked. I knew what he meant, after all most of the time he already knows the…