I bombarded my mother with questions. “No husband? How could that be? She’s a grown-up! Grown-ups have husbands!” My mother explained that not all grown-ups get married. “Then who opens the pickle jar?” (I was 5.)The rest of the article, about being single and demographic shifts but mostly just a lot of good musings, is here.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
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