Don’t leave home without your sword – your intellect.
His claim to his home is deep, but there are too many ghosts. He must absorb without being absorbed.
For years my wedding ring has done its job. It has led me not into temptation. It has reminded my husband numerous times at parties that it’s time to go home. It has been a source of relief to a dinner companion. It has been a status symbol in the maternity ward.
You’re always tellin’ me to go out more, Go ahead, get out and see the world, But then I think, why should I? I’d rather stay home and cry.
I remember, when I was a kid, watching my mother jam herself into her girdle – a piece of equipment so rigid it could stand up on its own – and I remember her coming home from fancy parties and racing upstairs to extricate herself from its cruel iron grip.