Everyone has skeletons in their closet. Some have many hiding out, hoping to never see the light of day. Others just have a few and those skeletons wouldn’t even cause an eyebrow to be raised.
Then there are the Delauter/Crider skeletons. I am SO ready to “write my guts out” but I can’t. First off, I have my daughter to take into consideration. Second, my future ex-hubby will have a complete meltdown. I will someday write about the past, but for now I’m sticking to the present.
The present is screwed up enough to write a blog about….my readers will just have to be patient for the book. “I used to drive a Mercedes”
I hear something knocking on the closet door…
…..lemme out! lemme out!
~P.

