It was time she gave me, her presence, her thoughtful listening and focus. She made me feel like my words mattered.
Her eyes sparkled, her hair shimmered silver, and her jewelry shook and danced when she moved.
Imagine grocery shopping on your hands and knees, walking home, and making dinner on your kitchen floor. My knees hurt just thinking about it.
If Einstein needed Botox to get a job, the Allies might have lost WW2, My Favorite Martian wouldn’t have been in prime time, and Dick Tracy would have been talking into his necktie instead of his wristwatch.