From the Wall Street Journal By SUE SHELLENBARGER Michael Hickey knows better than to try to start a conversation with his wife when she gets home from work. After a hard day at the office, "I'm definitely too tired to talk at night," says Karen Ambrose Hickey of Palo Alto, Calif., a senior marketing director. "I put up a brick wall." Michael, an engineer, says he's resigned: Regardless of what's on his mind when Karen comes home, he says, "you just have to wait" until later. Finding time to talk is "an ongoing struggle." Tango’s Take
Former flight attendant and author Ann Hood recounts the time she met her first adult love on a flight to New York: A guy—the guy—showed me his boarding pass, looked into my eyes ... and I swear it was love at first sight. The real thing: My palms got sweaty, my heart did a triple axel, and I had to fight the urge to jump into his vintage-shirted arms. Instead, I made a mental note of his seat number, 47F, and after takeoff, planted myself at that end of the airplane.