Saturday, March 1 would have been another birthday for my late husband. He used to tell me he was really born on February 29 because he was born in a leap year. I wonder what he would have thought of the events between last year's birthday and this: the government shutdown; the rollout of Obamacare (as a computer specialist he would have been horrified); Seattle winning the Super Bowl (he couldn't have cared less); the Texans' season (ditto); Jennifer Lawrence; Justin Bieber's exploits ("Who's that?" he would have asked); our crazy winter weather; Ukraine; the Sochi Olympics; Jay Leno leaving The Tonight Show; a new Girl Scout cookie flavor. I'm sorry he missed all these things, and I still miss him. He was the wind beneath my wings.
I'm the mother of three, grandmother of two, slave of two demanding cats. I've been a widow for four years and have taught resource courses for widows and widowers. I've written romance novels. See my website at www.eclectics.com/ lornamichaels. Currently I'm working on a memoir titled Stumbing Through the Dark.
More about me: Born in Austin, TX
Favorite color: purple
Favorite song: The Wind Beneath My Wings (hear it as you read this blog)
Like to: read, cook, travel (last big trip was to Spain) write, learn new things.
Hate to: exercise