Eleven years ago, I was holding onto my father’s arm as he walked me down the aisle towards my husband. I was happy and giggly, confident what I was doing was the right thing. I was looking forward to experiencing life with my hubby; facing all of the good and the bad as a team. … Continue reading Difficult
My 50th birthday is less than a month away. If you had told me when I was 25, that 25 years from then, I'd be divorced with no children, living in my hometown, I would have popped you in the mouth. But here I sit, in the very home that was inhabited by my aunt, … Continue reading Wait Not.