In this week’s story, a woman spends her birthday week fantasizing about other women: 39, married, New York.

DAY ONE

3:17 a.m. I’m lying in my bedroom, awake. The sleep gummies worked but then wore off. I’m upset because I know I won’t fall asleep again, and tomorrow is a big travel day with the kids, and it’s going to be so hard to push through.

6 a.m. I was right; I never fell back asleep. It seems like a reasonable enough time to wake up and go into my studio. During COVID, my husband, Dax, and I turned my daughter’s nursery into a painting studio for me. It’s the best decision I ever made. Before that, I had just been working out of a random corner in our living room, and my painting supplies were everywhere. I tiptoe into the studio and look at my unfinished canvases, scattered s

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