When I was newly married to my first husband in 1997, he bought me a dishwasher for my birthday.  I was furious.  Yes, I was washing dishes by hand because we didn't have a dishwasher.

A few weeks ago, I wrote about my asshole neighbors and how my husband and I have been (and still are) the targets of a bullying and harassment campaign by our neighbors over a roofing issue that my husband has spent countless hours trying to fix.

Like many Americans, I watched in horror at the attempted assassination attempt of Donald J. Trump. All politics aside, I would have been equally horrified had this been Joe Biden or any other world leader or politician. The fact that someone wanted to alter the fate of our political process by manipulating the results through attempted murder is unconscionable.

While researching this topic, I googled “Stages of Love.” I found some interesting articles and diagrams detailing the stages or phases of love. My favorites were the scientifically written clinical models done by psychology researchers. Just so you know, there are auto repair manuals written with more love and compassion than any stages of love written by a researcher. Stages were