Sunday, January 1, 2012
Happy New Year to . . . . my handsome husband who reminds me daily why I fell in love with him 30 years ago . . . my four children, one whom I carry in my heart until I can touch her in person, and the three who fill my life with laughter and joy and confusion and expense and happiness on an hourly basis . . . to my lifetime friends--Ami, Bev, Delaine, to my correspondents who fill my mailbox with kindness and friendship, to the people who have touched my life in one way or another, to the world that it be a gentler place. Not sure it's possible? Just go to an airport and watch people say hello and goodbye. It renews my faith in the planet. Happy 2012, readers.