I'd Sit On A Horse And Forget

Riding Exhilarated Me; It Gave Me A Joy And A Purpose.

Neither One Of Us Had A Job, Because Mitt Had Enough Of An Investment From Stock That We Could Sell Off A Little At A Time.

I Read Somewhere That Mitt And I Have A 'storybook Marriage.' Well, In The Storybooks I Read, There Were Never Long, Long, Rainy Winter Afternoons In A House With Five Boys Screaming At Once. And Those Storybooks Never Seemed To Have Chapters Called Ms Or Breast Cancer.

I Am The Granddaughter Of A Welsh Coal Miner Who Was Determined That His Kids Get Out Of The Mines. My Dad Got His First Job When He Was Six Years Old, In A Little Village In Wales Called Nantyffyllon, Cleaning Bottles At The Colliers Arms.

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