Wild Honey and Mountain Man

Here we are, me and my guy, married 38 years. He called me his “wild honey!” And he was my mountain man – still is.

Not much has changed – I mean we do look a little bit like our former selves. (Somebody, please say “yes.”)

Tomorrow is our anniversary. And he gets to watch me prepare for the Mayborn Literary Nonfiction Conference instead of going out. That’s true love. (Wish me luck, the memoir I’m co-writing is in the top 20!)

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