"How do I love thee?"

In my younger days, I was something of a "femme fatale" as you can tell from this shot of me emerging from the powder room back in January of 1969.

I'm not sure if that's what attracted Dad to me. It might have been my brownies.

Or maybe it's my rugged outdoorsyness.

It could be my literary acumen.


Whatever it was, he "had me from hello!"

And he still does! (And "no, je ne regrette rien!!)

The great blessing of my life is being loved so completely and so well!