Writing what I live and see
Not every month will I experience the 40th anniversary of my marriage. Not every moment will I look back and wonder how we’ve made it through the good and bad. Not every minute will I appreciate the man (I should) who stood by me through my chaos, my ugly, my joys, my roller-coaster personality, and my ability to be a little too much.
But during the Fall Gathering of Author Banquet,...