Twenty-something years ago at the ripe age of twenty-five (an old maid in the Northwest) people who knew me would say annoying things like, "it's so sad that you are alone and you don't even have any children at your age" or "you are just being too picky". My reply was always simply, "I am … Continue reading Finding My Prince Charming
The Polygamist's Daughter 
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