There was a stranger in my bed last night. Goodness, what would my husband say? Thing is, this man looked an awful lot like the guy I married a couple of years ago. Except for one thing. This man was wearing- Was wearing— Reading glasses. I can barely get out the words. Judge? Me? No way. I’ve been wearing those suckers for a few years now. My husband? He’s fought it. Maybe it’s pride. Maybe the fact he’s four years

How Did I Become The Person I Used To Laugh At?

Please catch my newspaper column each week in the Atlanta Journal Constitution, the Dayton Daily News and other newspapers across Ohio. Here’s this week’s column: Not me. Was never going to happen. That was something that happened to plenty of other people that I knew, just not me. Fine, confession, I felt just a touch superior that I didn’t have to go there. I was so busy feeling better than those other people that I didn’t see it creeping up to grab me.