A Wedding, Two White Dresses, and Secret Spending

It started, like so many weddings do, with a white dress. Not the wedding dress, which would come later, but a little cotton sundress I found on a rainy San Francisco day. I was waiting for my fiancé to arrive from his nonprofit job so we could walk together to Williams Sonoma and start to register for kitchen utensils. I ducked into a high-end store to get out of the rain.

The Anxiety of Returning Things

“You can do this,” I whispered under my breathe. “You can return these gloves.”