Sunday was our sixth anniversary. It felt both like a big deal and a non-event. We haven’t been married long enough to establish traditions for anniversaries—one, Number Four, was a luxurious dinner at a famous jazz club (with the finest cocktails I’ve ever tasted), while two others (Numbers Three and Five) were me curled up on the couch surviving morn…
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