Reflecting on six decades of love, loss and laughter inspired me to document my humbling journey that created the woman I am today. So many “WTH” moments and self-sabotaging decisions that I need to own, dissect and analyze.

I have been married and divorced three times in short fashion, similar to the skirts that were taboo for this full-figured queen to ever wear.

I did not enter into any of my relationships or marriages light heartedly; naive and stupidly — yeah.

We have all been there at one time or another in our lives where we followed our hearts and fell hard for the “ONE”. Full of dreams and promise of building a life together for the future. Believing nothing would come between you and your love.

I am not talking about the tenth grade crush who took you to a fancy restaurant on Valentines Day, gave you your first heart shaped necklace and then came back to school on Monday after a “family camping trip” with a big hickey on his neck. Not that guy.

I allowed myself to be hurt and humiliated numerous times. Why? Was my picker broke? Was I glutton for punishment? Was I Henry the VIII in a past life and now must experience the same pain I inflicted on others ….. one husband or relationship at a time. No wonder I want to scream “Off with his Head!

My final divorce, without giving away too much detail (at this point) left me stunned, broken, and a babbling shell of a woman. I will be damned if my fairy-tale ending was going to be, “ The Old Lady who Lived in a Shoe”.

I never wanted to give up on my vows.

I vow to Heal with Humor!!