ANNIVERSARY 67 AND 50 - NOT MY FAVORITE DAY
December 30 always creeps me out, makes me want to lay low, covers over my head or tucked in my La-Z-Boy with hot cocoa and reruns of "The Golden Girls" or something equally distracting. In 1954 at the age of just barely 19, I married a guy who looked very good on paper, who had courted me... Sign in to see full entry.