At 30,000 Feet, I Watched My Wife Crawl Across the Floor With Both Legs in Casts While My Mother Hid Her Crutches—Then I Noticed What Was Recording Behind Them

Later, when we renovated our own kitchen, she chose tile.

I asked:

“Are you sure?”

She looked annoyed.

“Marcus, ceramic didn’t abuse me.”

Correct.

Humans love assigning trauma to objects.

Sometimes useful.