Mindblown: this thing called life.

The beginning. A Reader’s Digest condensed version. August 1981. I opened our apartment door, and he took my breath away. I can vividly remember the moment I met Michael and the strangest rush, and the oddest feeling that came over me. Was it love at first sight? Pish posh! It couldn’t be! He was wearing…

A Feisty Covid Widow’s Journey Where to begin? March 2020. I prefer to not go into the nitty-gritty of our Covid journey, the symptoms, in the early days, that were not recognized as the virus raged across the globe, or the misdiagnosis from telehealth to an emergency room. Or other aspects of my own blissful…