My guy Scott dined with his friend Kate and her fiance Steve. No biggie. She's an old friend, she's taken. Nothing to worry about. I'm not jealous. It's cool. Till he adds, "She made this puttanesca sauce from scratch. It was really good. It had peppers and tomatoes and basil. It's a...
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Years ago, when my son was beginning his foray into competitive tennis, I entered him in a local, somewhat low-key tournament intended to introduce new players to tennis competition. I thought it would be fun. But as I watched my son's match, the activity one court over distracted...