Two obnoxious teens, a cruel husband, and his interfering ex-wife were all a normal part of my life. One Saturday morning when my husband barked at me to Git your ass to the store and git my beer, woman!, I crashed into a wonderful lady who gave me some unexpected, but much needed advice. Liz, you deserve better. You need some time for yourself.
From Philadelphia to Michigan, to Washington State, I learned about friendship, happiness, heartache and true love. More importantly, I found A Life of My Own.