Happy, Happy Hiya

Today is Frank's birthday--a man I referred to variously for more than 20 years as "like a father to me," my "father-in-law," and, finally, after I divorced from his son, my "father-OUT-law." I called him "Dad," and, when I was feeling particularly cheeky or affectionate, I called him "Poopsie." He called me "Sheilsy-babes." I loved … Continue reading Happy, Happy Hiya