Now that Im really settled down for bad or good, I cant help but reflect on my lengthy past as a happy-go-lucky single. How can I forget the many bizarre, crazy, and benighted times Ive misled myself into a mans twin loving arms, and how very much I miss loving every minute of it? How?
Why, I squirm as if caught in a velvet trap
well, I could, but my husband is standing right behind me and might ask me what Im sitting on.
Yes, its been nothing but high misadventure for me, especially since I lost my extremely brave and sincere first husband, a wonderful Austrian-American Jew, to combined MS and cancer on February 23, 1985.
I loved him so much
even after more than a dozen intensive, fascinating, and downright roller-coaster relationships before then, View the rest of this article