Life’s A Beach…
The only place I feel at peace anymore is the beach.
My prayers and many others are finally answered after four years of hell. The outdated Electoral College has spoken and the “faithless” voter did not rear its ugly head.
Last year at this time I was sitting in the ER as my husband was writhing in pain.
I am worn out from four years of turmoil, enduring a raucous, never-ending, out of tune version of OrangeAide.
An event that debuted in 1066 and in 2020 I have upheld the tradition of Town Crier.
I was just reflecting on the inception of my blog. When we became bicoastal, I came out of the literary closet.
If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands👏🏻 If you are…don’t read this post.