Facing Anger (And Reluctantly Admitting My Husband Was Right)

Every window in my house is currently steamed up. (No, it's not what you think! Jeesh, don't make me blush.) The reason? I live in Florida. It is summer. The humidity is higher than Donald Trump's bangs. I just returned home to this heat from  vacation in the cool, humidity-free Northeast. No matter. I am loving … Continue reading Facing Anger (And Reluctantly Admitting My Husband Was Right)