This is life after Dez. So much happier! Here I am at the Pogue Special Collections Library, in front of the brace of Art Deco copper-clad doors. Pogue's the most beautiful building on campus, and I am so happy that no one has tried to tear it down for something "efficient." Age has its charms.
This is me at 54. I feel pretty wonderful, right here, with no one arguing with me about what I am supposed to do, telling me to drop my friends, etc. I never felt so confined as that.
I think Harvey would approve of this version of Pamela and tell her to go for whatever she wanted. What I want is to write, to teach, to be a wonderful mom, and to have a summer romance with someone who's normal. (Cue Bobby Vinton here, or maybe Blake Shelton Lite).
Or maybe Amy and NARS.
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Sounds like an excellent plan to me, Gorgeous.
Thank you--I also took it out on him in another poem.
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