Mar 1
5 min read
The One Thing I Crave as a Middle-Aged Mom
No, it’s not wine or chocolate
I have a recurring dream — a very pleasant one. It takes place in my home, though the home may or may not resemble the house I actually live in.
No matter what is going on in the dream, there comes a point when I discover a room, sometimes an entire floor, that I never knew existed. It is always furnished, never…
