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Written by: Ed Ugel
Sometimes, a stroll through the frozen-food aisle is all it takes to defrost a relationship.
A few years ago, I left a good job to become a writer. Since then my wife, Brooke, heads off to work before our kids, Sasha, 6, and Romy, 3, are awake. She commutes, deals with tough clients, and gets home late, exhausted. I usher the girls off to their schools, then sit in the basement in elastic-eaist pants, eat ice cream, and write stories. Continue Reading » * You have 3 free previews per magazine issue Write Your Comment
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