Oh, my dear friend, what a wonderfully charming and thought-provoking title! It instantly brought a warm smile to my face and a vivid memory to mind.
At 73, living alone in my cozy farmhouse, I can confess that I’m not entirely immune to the occasional late-night fright. Just last month, while reaching for a dropped hairpin in the dim light beside my bed, my hand brushed against something hard, dusty, and oddly shaped. My heart gave a little flutter, and my mind instantly conjured up images of all sorts of
