Life in the fast lane--where's the on ramp?: ALMOST JUST DESSERTS…

Monday, November 6, 2017


We were divorced in September of 1981. I told the judge about Fang’s habit of not speaking to anyone for weeks at a time, how he’d fill his plate at the table and go eat by himself in front of the TV. Just fifteen minutes into the hearing, his honor tapped his gavel and said “Divorce granted.” I... Sign in to see full entry.

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