I Was Volunteering on Valentine’s Day When I Saw My First Love’s Name on the List – So I Delivered His Card Myself
I’m 64, divorced, and the kind of woman who keeps her calendar stuffed so the quiet can’t get a foothold. My daughter, Melissa, calls it “productive denial.” My son, Jordan, says nothing, but he watches me the way you watch weather that might turn. I volunteer because it gives my hands something to do and…