My Mom Taught Me The #1 Trait Every Relationship Needs To Thrive
The long lost act of meekness.
The thunder slashes through the night as the rain beats fiercely at my window pane. I curled babyish-ly underneath a thick dark blanket.
Down the hall, to the left, Dena hurriedly does the dishes. If only she’d resisted the urge to first watch, ‘Desperate Housewives,’ she’d be…