In a world full of Karens, be a Barb. This is my Grandma Barb. A few weeks ago, my dad called. My grandmother was in the hospital, and her time seemed to be waning. If you’ve lost someone, you know the feeling of helplessness and emptiness before they are even gone. I hadn’t realized the…
MRSXXXXXX@GMAIL.COM. I excitedly registered my new married email address, unknowingly forfeiting a piece of my identity – trading my name for an honorific and his last name. No one asked me to make this trade; all of my soon to be sisters-in-law had retained their names in their email addresses. The whole family had the…