One of my favorite poets, and lines.
I wish I could share some of my earlier musings, just to be able to look back and see where I was then and where I am now.
But alas, my first husband burned all of my notebooks. He destroyed many things when he found I was finally leaving.
Better to have gotten out alive without my material things, than not at all.
If you’ll leave a private note with an email, I’ll share a PDF of my memoir if you’d like. 💙