November 2022

If you read the story on the first page about the rain, you already know how much I enjoy this time of year. So, I won’t dive into that again.

I’m at that lonely, awkward, in-between stage of life when my children have left me behind, and they haven’t yet replaced themselves with grandchildren. This is especially hard this time of year, because stores are jampacked with fun toys and adorable, tiny holiday clothing, and I have no one to buy for. It’s also hard when I go to the park and see families strolling along the pathways or sharing picnic lunches. If anyone wants to share their (well-behaved) small humans with me, I’m happy to babysit.