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.