VIIMargaret Anna Magdalan sat staring at the blank sheet of paper in the typewriter before her for what must have been hours. It was writer's block, and it happened too often to her lately. Her “At Home with Maggie” column for the local paper, the Sloatsburg Daily, would once again be late. Once again she'd hear hell and once again Maggie would give assurances to her editor it would not happen again.
After all these years of giving those stay-at-home wives ways to make the daily drudgery easier with her household tips, the well was running dry. Hell, she thought, she didn't aspire to be a journalist for this crap anyway, but the years slipped past so quickly. “Just start with this column,” her editor said years ago, “then we can move on to bigger assignments.” And she waited and waited, g
