This post has been written, but not published, for over a month. The idea has been percolating in my head since the summer. I’ve held onto it because it actually frightens me to suggest what is set out below. I will become accountable to my words. But as time passes by, the longer I wait, the more I feel an urgency to make this happen…
A few years ago, John-Mark went away for a couple weeks. I had a friend over to cook for me because – for fear of repeating myself – I don’t. When this friend asked for items to aid with the preparation of the meal, like oven mitts, baking sheets, or serving dishes, I was at a loss to find them. Did we even own any? When she used the stove top, it emitted a noxious odor from something that had spilled over from a previous meal from who knows how long ago. When I went to set the table, I was embarrassed to see that our cutlery drawer was unorganized and full of crumbs, as if someone buttered their toast directly over it, for weeks. How had I not seen that before? My excuse for all these things, which I repeated to my gracious friend ad nauseum that evening, “This is a man’s kitchen.” Continue reading
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