I don’t know what I was thinking. No, that’s not true. As I parked my car a few blocks away and walked to the downtown square where they would soon be lighting a large fir tree with purple lights to ‘shine the light on woman abuse’ for the month of November; I was thinking “I’ve …
Reflections on my life as a daughter, wife, stepmother, friend, employee, and coach; then starting over at age 60 after an abusive relationship.
Hindsight: My Journey 