
My husband is like Archie Bunker sometimes. He’s often a curmudgeon, grumpy old man and he’s not even 40 yet (NOT that 40 is old! Please don’t get me wrong.). Sometimes I think we’re polar opposites; he’s not big on socializing, he’s fiscally conservative and he holds his peace until he really has something to…
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Where am I these days? Am I lost? No. Well maybe a little bit. I’m working on finding my way through a storm. Am I okay? Yes, but weary. I need to find my peaceful waters. I am close. I can feel it. So, how do I get there? Writing. I can feel my way…
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