I went there many times for family court cases involving Punch's well-being and destiny. That was as a foster mom. Tomorrow I wear a juror's badge.
Good night to you.
An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?