At Christmas Dinner, My Daughter Tried To Take My Home Until I Opened …

and through the long painful goodbye of my dear Arthur. But this this was a different kind of battle. This was a battle for my dignity. This was a battle for my home. And when you are fighting for your life, you need allies.

I thought of Martha. Martha has been my best friend since we were both 30 years old. We raised our children in this neighborhood continue reading …