Several years have passed and regrets of losing my wallet are gone. But the memory of an elderly woman in black moving every so slowly along the water’s edge remains as if etched in stone.
The Men I Knew: A Rear-View Reflection | Sixty And…
This is the most painful and raw story I have written to date – across all my blogs, interviews, and essays. Not because it is dramatic, but because it is vulnerable and honest. Some truths, once fully seen, can no longer be avoided. Never Married I have never been married.
