Some gal wrote a book claiming every girl longs to be swept off her feet, rescued, a bride. Not me. There’s a picture of me when I was small, at a toy ironing board, in a dress-up wedding gown. Mom must’ve made me do it, probably tickled me at the last minute to get me to […]
Why You Should Hold Out for a Hero
These days, my husband Tony-Bear has quite the fan club. Ever since I wrote in my February e-newsletter about him rescuing me, albeit from my mother, people keep saying how awesome he is. The thing is, Tony being my hero is nothing new. He’s been my hero ever since my last semester of college when I spotted […]
