DM: Yes, I do know all the men in TH by name, and they know me by my tattoos.


As time marched on, Danny and I marched through life with our little army of sons who seemed to drip into life like a Florida thunderstorm. The boys and Danny did all kinds of fun things together on a weekly basis, hunting, fishing, karate, parachuting, pottery classes, and even cliff diving in Costa Rica.

I managed to locate my quilting bee friends from time to time around town but it seemed like the meetings were always ending by the time I arrived. It didn't upset me, everyone was always glad to see me as they rushed by me through the doors and sped away with thread and scraps trailing from their not-quite-shut car doors.

With the boys so busy all the time and my talents no longer in demand at Buck's Barn, I began looking for other ways to fill my days with purpose. A new fad was booming across the nation, I knew it was an absolute fact because I saw it on Oprah. For some crazy reason, women all over the country no longer felt that maintaining a home, raising children, and working outside the home was taxing enough and began flocking to the new health clubs to be physically abused by machinery.

I knew there was something in all this for me and I was determined to find just what that was...