Having the Time of My Midlife

Midlife is madness and the crisis is expensive … to my sanity.

Just when I think everything is calming down, it ramps back up to eleven. On what should be one of the happiest and most romantic days of my life, the unthinkable happens.

The ghosts I’d so kindly guided into the Light showed up on my front porch, including my dead husband.

Something or someone is messing with the balance and if it’s n...