I grew up in the Deep South, and my father died when I was six years old. I had 3 brothers, but 2 of them died young, one at 14, the other at 45. We moved around a lot and I consider Saint Simons Island my hometown because that's where I went to grade school and high school.
I went to nursing school, married way too young and was divorced and had moved from Saint Simons Island to Macon, Georgia, within 5 years. I have one child by that marriage. He has severe bipolar disorder type 1.
I met my late husband in 1973, and we married in December, 1974. He was a brilliant physician who gave himself fully to his patients. Our love affair lasted 35 years, and we were more in love on the day he died than when we met. After nearly five years, I have emerged from my grief and am moving forward to make the next stage of my life as full as it can be without him in it.
I regularly publish three blogs, "Madness Mania & Muddlement," an account of life with my mentally ill adult son, "The Red Sweater," an online journal of sorts, and "Fallout," my poems.