Sunday March 6, 1983 Leslie touches my heart. I love her kids. Her daughter Michele is four and looks just like her. Paul is two and looks like her-ex. We’ve taken the kids out — and Paul likes me. Michele … Continue reading →

Sunday March 6, 1983 A gray overcast Sunday afternoon. Been a busy week. Queen Elizabeth was in town and we had a full week of storms. But Leslie just left. I’m just sitting on the beanbag chair looking out at … Continue reading →