Work & Life

All I want for Christmas is to forgive myself for losing my husband’s stupid phone

I lost my husband’s phone. It’s somewhere in the bowels of our little two-bedroom Brooklyn apartment.  I was convinced we’d find it, but now it’s been two days. Here’s what happened: last week was chaotic. In addition to the normal December frenzy including birthday parties and events, stressing about Christmas/Hanukkah gifts, and upending and re-booking […]