If you know me in real life, then you probably know how good I’ve got it. My husband, Gerald, cooks dinner. I stay at home every day while he’s off at work, then he comes home and whips up something delicious. He used to be a chef, so to him cooking dinner is no big…
The story begins with an afghan. Gerald and I move into our first house. Without anything of our own but a mattress, we accept many generous offers. His mom gives us this afghan that she made – oh, pardon me, crocheted – years before. The colors are dated but it is very much appreciated. A…
