“Before you ask, your blanket is in my car,” my husband tells me as I sit on the couch and look around. He knows what I’m looking for…again. “Take any other blanket,” I beg. “We’re married. We share things.” “Not things Ma makes me. Everything else, but not things Ma makes me. My blanket…blueberry dumplings…” … Continue reading I don’t share…
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