Red is my favorite color. It has been for as long as I can remember. But like many aspects of myself, red was lost somewhere in the depths of a strained marriage.
In my marital house, I was surrounded by neutral colors. Everything was brown. Brown furniture. Brown bedding. Brown walls. Even the few colors splashed within the rooms that were meant to pop – the royal blue dining room, the sage green kitchen — seemed muted to me.
It was only natural that when my marri…
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It takes only one drink to get me drunk. The trouble is, I can’t remember if it’s the thirteenth or the fourteenth. – George Burns
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