I’m an aging goddess — at least in my mind. Okay, it’s not like I’m Cher or Bette Midler, but I’ve had my day. I’ve already written my obituary and I’m telling you, it looks damned impressive. I didn’t trust anyone else to write it or choose the appropriate diffused photo to accompany the article. So I figured, Why not write it myself? Give everyone in my family a break, plus die happy, not stressing over what anyone is saying behind (or above) my back and knowing that what I want people to know (about me) will be in the paper—clear and concise. Read More
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