It was a small-town fundraiser during a cool, clear October in the 1970s, but it’s a night that I’ll never forget.
It was a small-town fundraiser during a cool, clear October in the 1970s, but it’s a night that I’ll never forget.
“Anyone ready for a sandwich?” Fred asked, prompting me to wonder, “Is he completely insane?!” I was on Fred’s old sailboat, and not only was I too seasick to think of food …
“I need to go on a diet, ASAP,” I texted my best friend, Patti, while in the doctor’s examining room this week, “which only makes me want a hoagie.”
When Strangers Marry
Thirty years ago, I promised to love, honor, and marry a man I really didn’t know all that well at the time.