Clif is lean, handsome, and lovely: my dear chap. He has put up with my uncensored crap for nearly 17 years. And we do a good job of getting together regularly and keeping in touch.  In fact, I probably wouldn’t be writing this, if not for Clif blowing all kinds of smoke up my self-esteem. He encourages me to put all of my wacky stories to the page.  He says that the stuff that happens to me … [Read more...]