Happiness. It's relative.
Every couple of years after he was the cause of the break-up of my first marriage, Hal would show up at my front door with a bottle of Scotch which I didn’t drink and then try to ingratiate himself into my life as my… Continue Reading “Not Now, but Then”
I’ll take pie and ice cream over cake and ice cream any day of the week and here’s why. Pie has more personality and way more power. I courted my husband with pie. He was getting over a bad break-up and living in a… Continue Reading “A Fine Pie”
You only need one kiss. On Mother’s Day. Or any day. You don’t need dozens. Just one. To kiss or be kissed. It’s the same. That’s all you need. Is one.
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