Every year my husband asks me, “What do you want for Mother’s Day?”
And every year I give a variation of this answer: “I want to go on a trip somewhere exotic, warm … and all by myself.”
His reaction is always the same: a long pause, coupled with an expression that signals both disbelief and amusement. And while I’m only partially kidding, I’m also savvy enough to follow up with a more immediate and tangible back-up plan.
“If that’s out of the question, then I want to sleep late without interruption, and I don’t want to have to prepare one single meal all day long. Oh, and I’d like to go shopping … for myself.” Continue reading









