Dear Santa, I've got a hankering ... for a man

I generally accept what is rather than focus on what isn't. But every now and then I get a hankering to have a man around the house. The way I figure it, it's like a disease, neither all pervasive nor life threatening. It's more like a nebulous yearning for someone with whom to share experiences, someone to whom I could hand a "honey-do" list. My wanting comes and goes, doesn't stick around long; often months pass between attacks.

Sondra Ashton

Maybe the approaching holiday season is a factor; another could be that I continue to be disabled after eight weeks with my wrist in a brace. Might eve...