Adventures in Egalitarian Marriage, Part One: Mrs. Who?

Husband and wife sit on the floor, dreaming of the day they can afford a couch.

“Is your husband home?” I wasn’t prepared to answer that question. If my neighbors’ wide, gently sloping rooftops with huge antennae sprouting out like pine branches hadn’t been enough to make me feel like I was living in the 1950s, that question totally did it. I had just been asked by a door-to-door salesman if [Read More...]


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