By the time the ball sank into the hole at the “sudden death” shootout, I couldn’t have cared less who walked off of the golf course wearing that dang green blazer. If you’re ever lucky enough to be invited to The Masters Tournament, as my husband and I were in 2005, I’ll give you aContinue reading “Who’s Your Crew?”
The kids are grown. It’s my time to fly.
The Empty Next 