First time readers, kindly read the first entry for October 27, 2012, when this story began . . .

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"You don't need a man, you need a magnifying mirror.  There's a grey hair growing from your chin." 

I don't need a man.  I need a BIG bandaid.

Does that sound a little "needy?" I've heard that word a lot, lately.

I'll say it out loud.  All anyone really wants, or needs, for that matter, is someone else to put their arms around us and say, "it'll be okay."