Steve isn’t what you would call a “hopeless romantic”. Our first date was actually a double date. I won’t name the other couple. The guys decided to cook supper for the girls. The gourmet menu consisted of pizza and Jello… This is not a joke… The pizza...
When I was a girl, my grandmother White, Dad’s mother, made me a comforter. It was covered with flannelette and filled with wool. In the deep cold of winter, I could cover myself with this blanket and be warm… cozy even. This hasn’t been the easiest winter for me. Now...
