When panic attacks!
I'm sitting at my desk, pretending to work. I dial my wife's cellphone. Again. She doesn't answer. Again.
Katrine's out of town, and we had a plan to talk two hours ago. Eleven years into blissful domestic partnership with a certified Anxious Person (A.P.), Katrine knows all too well the price of violating such a plan. I glance at the clock for the 23rd time in the past 127 -- make that 129 --… » Full Story on Salon.com
Katrine's out of town, and we had a plan to talk two hours ago. Eleven years into blissful domestic partnership with a certified Anxious Person (A.P.), Katrine knows all too well the price of violating such a plan. I glance at the clock for the 23rd time in the past 127 -- make that 129 --… » Full Story on Salon.com
