Twenty-five years (September 1, 1991) ago I drove North East with my good friend and her cousin. We were going to a tiny place called Seton Portage, where her other cousin, her husband, and their son lived. We stayed in a motel which was right beside their house trailer and across from the bar/restaurant. Did …
“You’re My Best Friend”
I don't talk enough about my best friend. This person has stuck by me through really tough times, has stood up to me when others just walked away, has encouraged me just to be myself and has had faith enough for us both when mine was weak. I am referring, of course, to my wonderful Hubby. …
Being Lydia! 