My Perverted Feelings for Mr. Rogers

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I have unclean thoughts about Mr. Rogers.

I’m not kidding, or trying to be cute. (Who in their right mind would think wanting to mount Mr. Rogers is “adorable”?)

I’d like to say it started when I was a little girl, but I’d be lying. Sure, I loved Mr. Rogers back then — and . . . → Read More: My Perverted Feelings for Mr. Rogers

I Didn’t Want to Give Up, SO I Gave Up: How I Found My Husband

Two Middle-Aged Sweethearts
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I didn’t think I’d ever be married, and I doubt anyone did either.

First, I am what people generously term,  “a character.”  (I don’t think I am, but maybe that’s the point.) Also, when you’re pushing fifty, live with 2 dogs and 4 parrots, your chances at finding Mr. Right, or Mr. Anyone, are, . . . → Read More: I Didn’t Want to Give Up, SO I Gave Up: How I Found My Husband





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