The worst disaster in womanhood befell me. My purse wore out and I couldn’t find a replacement. That’s the-end-of-life-as-we-know-it for women, because we depend on a well-organized handbag as the repository for all we need to make it through the day.
Chew on these seasoned bits of life for a little hope and humor along your highway.
JOIN ME ~ I’ll send brief, occasional posts for this journey we're traveling together.
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