My reluctant plunge into online dating in my 50s.
Sorrow’s schedule is subjective.
No matter how isolated you may feel – YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
A 30th anniversary love letter to my dead husband.
Don’t conform to what other people think you should be.
How wine, chocolate, Fritos and the tenacity of good friend can still comfort a broken heart.
This sucks and we all know it.
Will staying out of touch remain our reality?