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My second husband died three years ago yesterday. For the record, I stopped collecting husbands after Nate. For those of you unaware of who
My second husband died three years ago yesterday. For the record, I stopped collecting husbands after Nate. For those of you unaware of who
The other day, I stumbled into my bathroom at 6:00 a.m., and bumped into Helena, my eighteen year old, who hates mornings almost as much
Remember the post I wrote about touring the SUNY Geneseo campus last year because it was on Zoe’s list of potential colleges? The post in
Every so often I allow myself one feeding frenzy at the all-you-can-eat lunacy trough, just so I can get in touch with my own inner
Softball season is upon us once again and you know what that means! Time to get my panties all tightly wadded up into a bunch