Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on January 18, 2017 by Jan Wilberg
Category: WritingTags: seventies, single mother, single parent

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What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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I think, and maybe because I am one of them, that the new old maid is a something that is a the new social ———— I don’t know, you’re the writer—— but the new never married or long time divorced is a group that is part of the baby boomers. You talk about soccer, I would say, my favorite is party of 3,5,7.. always odd and guess who is the odd number. It will be challenge to all the usual places. Like “ day surgery” which assume you have a mate at home or child to care for you. Just a thought for you to ponder. >