The first paragraph of “Choosing Life” describes a visit to my GYNP. Rita was the one who convinced me to write my story. And she inspired me again. I just like to talk to her. She listens and is interested. Rita read my book and liked it very much. It made her cry, but I told her I wrote it to encourage people that no matter how bad it is, you can make it. I was watching TV recently. There…..
The turkey was late for Thanksgiving dinner, so we put a football game on TV. It was just starting, and a young man stood up to sing the National Anthem. My husband and I stood up and put our hands over our hearts while we listened to the National Anthem. In a group of almost a dozen, we were the only ones. Corny, I know. But I miss corny. I miss old America. That’s my husband and I, the old…..
In “Choosing Life,” I told you that my first husband was a violent man. It started with a slap across the face that knocked me down. It went on to a punch aimed at my one year old who wouldn’t sit down in the back seat of the car: his first black eye. Then when my son was three and a half, he walked in front of the TV during a football game. My soon to be ex punched him,…..