Dateline: May 1981
As I looked out the window, I noticed that the sky was cloudy. It looked as though it might rain. But it was Mother’s Day and I had promised my mother I’d be over with the kids. I had sent over a dozen red roses that I had bought for my mother—just as I had done every years since I got my first job. Continue reading
He was my blind date but was he that special man?
Dateline: March 1988
Allyson had been bugging me to run an ad in the personal column in the newspaper for weeks, and I finally agreed, mostly to get her off my case. She was delightfully ditzy, a concerned, loving friend whom I valued highly. She was very pregnant, exuding a radiance and euphoria that made me happy for her and miserable for me.