I Walked Past a Basket of Towels for Three Months.

For three months, I walked past towels I never needed. When I finally folded them, I caught myself performing for an audience that doesn't exist. My mother's dead. The neighbor's not coming. So who th

The Towels I Didn’t Miss

For three months, I walked past a chair holding a basket of clean towels.

Let’s clock that. THREE. MONTHS.

See what I did there? I broke the rule—the rule that says a good woman (nay, a good person) is disciplined. They tend to the household chores. They don’t get behind. They don’t push them aside in favor of more desirable activi…