Dave, Please Don’t Snore: A Sleepless Chronicle
The sounds started subtly, a low rumble, like a distant thunderstorm approaching. Then, it escalated. It grew into a guttural roar, a symphony of snorts and wheezes that could rival a small engine. Yes, my husband, Dave, was at it again. The snore. The bane of my existence, the reason I know the exact shade … Read more
