How to Find Your Happy Place

or, my husband read a romance novel.

I wasn’t surprised when it happened. I’d seen it coming for months.

The seed was planted on an otherwise mundane trip to Target. As I scanned the book display — something I cannot help but do anywhere books are present — my husband seemed particularly transfixed.

“What are these books with the bright covers? I feel like I see them everywhere.”

“Those are E…