As I was getting ready to put pen to paper to write this column, my wife asked me in a somewhat accusatory tone, "Why do you not write about me? Why is it always about the kids?"Surely, she was wrong. I had to have mentioned her in one of these articles before. As I nervously perused prior pieces, the scary realization hit me — I have alluded to her, but never discussed her.As usual, she was right. I say "as usual" because me being wrong is commonplace in the Kroll household.Men and women are …