My view from my computer in my backyard

I’m Old, I’m Brassy, I’m Fat, I’m Happy and I Belong Here!!

When I first met my husband in the summer of 1967, I remember thinking, I’m happier now than I’ve ever been before. As a child who had been systematically abused by her father, it didn’t take much to make me feel happy.

Time went on and two years later we married and I remember thinking, I’m happier now than I’ve ever been before. Finally, my father no longer…