The Space Between

Today is our eighth wedding anniversary (that’s actually our twenty-fourth anniversary in Hollywood years).  On this auspicious day allow me to share one of the secrets of our marriage:  piracy.

I don’t mean the kind with peg legs and parrots (though my husband might look dashing with spyglass and eyepatch).  I mean the kind that my preschool daughter demands in the bathroom:  “MomMMY!  Get out of here; I need some PIRACY!”

In other words, sometimes we need to be alone.