Seven Miles and a Side of Ketchup

The beauty of my husband is that, in addition to accepting my quirks, he comes up with ideas as to how I can┬ábump them to the next level. A couple of months ago, for instance, I was thumping around the house one afternoon, kvetching about how Jocelyn’s Perfect Storm coalesces when free time for exercise… Continue reading Seven Miles and a Side of Ketchup