My Mother in Law — bless her, she’s a living saint — is a Martha. She can’t sit still; she’s happier when she is bustling about, cooking, cleaning, sending food to a neighbor who is feeling unwell, putting out “coffee and a little something.” Me? I’m a Mary; I’m happy to be hospitable, but while my MIL’s kitchen and household run like clockwork mine is, we might say, a bit more laid back. I’m okay, for instance, with letting the... Read more