14 years ago today I was bedridden. It was Cinqo de Mayo, one of my favorite party days. On April 11th 2006, my first husband Jim, after acting weird for a few days had told me he thought he wanted a divorce. That was a Tuesday. I remember he was acting weird the previous Friday …
It’s early March, 2020. I’ve been wanting to post for a while now but had no inspiration. I typically write about faith and hope and bright outcomes after what feels like the end of my world as I know it. And I’ve had nothing!! Every day the news brings a new reality that shocks me …
