Unpublished Newswire

I WAKE FULLY RESTED, not a hair out of place. Pushing off my leopard-print duvet, I gingerly hop out of bed, onto a floor immaculate beyond conception. I do a couple of crunches (I love exercise) before heading downstairs to prepare breakfast for my three beautiful children. I’m late for work—I can sense the plants wilting as I step out the door. Not to worry, my commute takes seconds: I simply evaporate into thin air. An energetic, exercise-loving, widowed homeowner supporting three children on a freelance botanist’s salary, in this economy? You’re right to be suspicious. This woman,...