After Your Mother Has Died There Are The Irreplaceable Friends

I was born this month, 49 years ago, which makes May a very, um, approaching-50 sort of month for me. Thank goodness I still have the emotional intelligence of a 17 year old or I’d really be in trouble. I’d actually love being where I am in life, if my body wasn’t shape-shifting. This metamorphosis … Continue reading After Your Mother Has Died There Are The Irreplaceable Friends

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