So I remember a story from when I was a kid that to me kind of summarizes the joys
and sorrows of marriage.
I'm anointing myself director in charge of making any comments on how marriage may
or may not work after 30 years.
It's not too much and it's not too little.
But what I remember my mom saying was that her grandmother and grandfather had a
Sunday tradition.
So grandfather would go to the market and bring back vegetables and fruits,
among other things,
a lot of fresh seafood,
and her grandmother would cook it…
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