Always a Hostess…
I woke up this morning deciding that I want to go on strike—not from being a mother or a single parent, but I want to go on strike from always being a hostess, the hostess, and very seldom a guest. Either I am such a bore as to be a terrible guest, or I have learned how to be a hostess too well—regardless, I’m tired of always being the one with the clean house and the matching wine goblets. After thirty years of throwing parties, usually by myself, I’m ready for an extended hiatus. The thing is, I actually like … Continue reading