Don't pay for pizza until you pick it up.
Author: Ridiculouswoman
When my husband entered hospice I finally learned that love, gratitude and laughter are what matter. Every new day is a do-over, another chance to try to live with kindness and an open heart. Or sometimes snark. But mostly kindness. And laughter. Mostly at myself. Photos are my own or from free sources; all writing is ©Anne Penway. No content on this site may be used for any reason without express written permission.
I Used to Resist Acting My Age. Now I Aspire to It.
Invisibility has its merits.
Turning Off the Bitch Switch
Disabling bitch mode.


