“I was feeling insecure. You might not love me anymore. I was shivering inside.” Jealous Guy, Roxy Music Eschewing invitations to ring in the New Year with someone besides myself, my dog and cat, I sit expectantly, still in my pajamas with my strong french press coffee greeting my senses on this last day …
Happy Birthday To Me.
Who knew that staring at a backlit screen, late into the night, as I wrapped up the day that counted my time here, so far, in Fifty-Five years, could be so darn satisfying, warming, comforting, hilarious and loving? Twitter, Facebook, Linked-In, Instagram and even old-fashioned email found sentiments leaping right into my heart. The miracle …
