a little later..... there are times I thought I was made to be a bitch. You know, the one that throws the monkey wrench in your life. The one who decides that someone has to take charge and so..... DOES.
But no one, including me, foresaw that I would become a Christian and that it would make all the difference.
I truly did not realize all the conflicts that would arise. Not that nice people have any less adjusting to do.
and that is the truth...
I am developing some annoying writing conceits, ...devices, whatever. Must stop that.