I’ll confess I was a late arrival to the Bridgerton fandom. When the show first debuted, plenty of people recommended it to me with glowing praise. “You have to watch it,” they said. “You’ll love it.” Maybe that’s what kept me away, my rebellious nature’s knee-jerk reaction to not being told what to do and...
When I was very young, there was a song that played often on the radio called “The Most Beautiful Girl” by Charlie Rich. The narrator had lost the love of his life through his own bad behavior and asked the listener to keep an eye out for her. If we saw her, we were to...
When my husband has a nightmare, it goes something like this: he is chased by a bear. When I have a bad dream, it plays out like this: I’m the wife of some Viking-like chieftain, but he is gone, and the neighboring tribe is preparing to invade. My eldest son is not up to the...