Today was my forty-fifth birthday. Impending old age and a problem marriage were staring me in the face. Not a good place to be. I figured that right now, I had two choices — crawl out of the pit, or wallow and die. To wallow or not to wallow? That...
or dead is coincidental. Copyright 2010 by Karen Fraunfelder Cantwell Chapter
a push up or two . . . or twenty.
