Why Letting Go Is Hard To Do
Category: FIFTY
I've been happy living on my own. As Scrooge-like as it may sound, I like coming home to an empty apartment, with no one to cook for, or tell me what to cook, and no need to talk about my day when I don't feel like talking. But there's something about the holidays that brings out the nesting instinct.
By Laurie Lesser, ContributorWriter and editor, 2014-12-22