The journey of a widowed Southern lady stranded in the Mid-west surviving the perils and pearls of grief, adult children, grandchildren, writing, retirement, and assorted crises.
I'm really disgusted with the whole thing. I'm tempted to just trash it all and give up. And I find that just disgusting. I don't quit. I write to the end.
So why does it feel like it's the end?
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