My momentary attack of brave (and hoping it stays)

I had a sudden attack of brave last week. The day I turned…six oh. (That’s much easier to type.) It’s left me now, that brave person who decided to face real life and not pretend. The me that wondered how will I do this in a way that conquers my fear, the me that had an ounce of determination to just do it! I posted this on Instagram: Today, not...

We had a party

60. Sixty. 6-0 All of those numbers don’t fit “handsome” as a friend calls my husband. I think I’ll use that, Lou. I rather like it 😉 On Sunday we celebrated his 60th birthday. It still sounds foreign. As though it’s describing another. An old person. Not this man. He has us well fooled. Big parties aren’t something I do well. It was my sister-in-law who prompted me to have...