The Misadventures of Widowhood

  He was in his mid twenties with long, Braveheart-style hair only clean and looking like a photographer's fan should be blow...

Re-reading copies of letters I wrote back in 1967 I hardly recognized that starry-eyed, flag-waving girl I was back then whe...

I was in the house with the windows closed and the air conditioner going when I heard a thunderous roar that I couldn’t identify. Aft...