An update on life after widowhood. Life after the death of my wife.
I am now 41 years old. I have one parent left, and that’s my mother. My father died when I was 14, and my stepfather, who married my mother when I was 15, died when I was 39. That obviously means Mama’s been widowed twice, a fate I would not...
In 1993, I was 18 years old. I had lived in the same small town for all 18 of those years. In the South. In Texas, particularly. I was also single, frustrated, gay, and scared out of my mind about the idea of coming out of the closet to my family...
Make sure you have both phones handy, first of all, to do this. This hub is only for those who have attempted to switch phones, but the activation on the new phone failed. Recently, this happened to me, and the live agents that *228 transferred me...