Father talked about families bereft of their loved ones. That didn’t make me smile…. in fact the tears didn’t stop, but at that moment I felt the love of my tribe – OLM. People from so many different countries and backgrounds… but MY People. MY Tribe!

Wearing a new pair of shoes with heels that are deliciously different.

Hits. That and maybe having the word Clunkie applied to me. Classy Punkie!