I wear many hats: dog mom, silly auntie, baffling wife. I’ve been “retired” for a few years following a diagnosis of epilepsy that continues to stump the docs. Mostly, I just hang out in our old farmhouse in Cornville, Maine. Our house is in the country so I get to watch deer and wild turkeys in my back yard. Bald eagles fly overhead and the view from my living room is a horse pasture. Life is good in Cornville, Maine.
On the inside, the house is a circus. I have a Great Dane, three cats, a collection of fish, and my ever-suffering husband Bill. Yes, life is good in Cornville.
