Clarissa's Blog

“How the times have changed!” a woman sighs. “My mother still remembers the first time my father kissed her. And my sister doesn’t even remember her first husband’s name any longer.”

I seriously spent over half an hour last week trying to remember my first husband’s name. For some reason, it occurred to me that his name was Sergey, and I started berating myself for marrying somebody with such a horrible name. 

I’m just really bad with names.