
On a blustery January day 39Ā years ago, I met a girl who loved God and Shakespeare (in that order). She was smart. Creative. And as pretty as English china. Outwardly decorous, inwardly stubbornāJane Austen meets the Rebel Alliance. I thought Iād found heaven. I had and I hadnāt. At first we flared up like a [ā¦]
Something Wonderfully Wrong
