Author: Harlan Covington
A GIFT TO MYSELF Anne Sutton, a pleasant-looking blue-eyed brunette just turned fifty, curvy but leaning
So, let me tell you what happened. Imagineit was the day he invited me to this small family gathering.
Im 50 years old now, and Ive been living at my parents house ever since I fell pregnant. My sons a grown
Plain Jane Jane settled comfortably on the worn sofa in her favourite little coffee shop, waiting for
Some acquaintances invited themselves along on our road trip, promising to split the petrol.
My mother was seventy-three when I brought her to live with us, and within two months, I realised Id
A wealthy woman arrived quite suddenly at the home of an employee without so much as a warning And what
Olivia, the Millionaire, and a Promise Made on the Streets James stood at the till, feeling less in command
Look at yourself! Who needs you when youre fifty-eight? her husband threw at her as he walked out.
By the age of fourteen, I was already wrestling with hemiplegic migrainesthose rare, cruel attacks that







