I had asked my husband once why, with the plethora of terms of endearment – honey, sweetheart, babe, pookie – he called me his angel.
“Because you save me every day,” was his simple reply.
I mentioned in a January post that my friend Pam, had come up with this “six and six” idea, where we try something new together every month. Continue reading “Calling all Angels”
Grief is an annoying houseguest who won't leave 