Every so often, my grandfather did get cross and disapproving, which made it a most effective deterrent to bad behavior. But most often, his “fussing” was a gentle scorn for anything negative you might say about yourself. So the other day I roasted some almonds…

Sometimes, talking to my husband is difficult, not because he doesn’t like to talk, but because, like his precious late mother before him, one thought leads to another and, before you know it, a simple sentence becomes fraught with asides, qualifications, and embellishments, which seems…