I have just said good-bye to my husband. They have wheeled him away to have his shoulder rebuilt. This is elective surgery. He doesn’t have to have it done. After all the surgeries and procedures
I recently spent the day with two friends in two separate hospitals. And yes, it was one of those days when you wish you could be in two places at once.
Forty years ago, my husband and I chose each other for better or for worse. Some days I think he got the worse. I was once this vivacious, voluptuous, attractive woman in a Sophia Loren
I’m fine. Really. I’m fine as in F.I.N.E. Freaked out, insecure, neurotic and exhausted. It all started when I attended my first writer’s conference – Write-To-Publish. It was eye opening, fun, overwhelming, productive, and informative-