Don’t cry for me, Argentina, or Cleveland, or anywhere else. I’m fine, boo!

Last night two dear friends said things to me that I found so perplexing, I had to go back and read my last few blog posts this morning. This is just a short note to all and sundry to let you know that life is good and, please, don’t take my self-deprecatory humor to heart. So, at a class dinner, Brenda said she loves my … Continue reading Don’t cry for me, Argentina, or Cleveland, or anywhere else. I’m fine, boo!