There I was, in St. John, on my bed, looking down at my husband, who was on his knee, holding out a box, in his hand. Proposal, no? But, peaking out from the shell-like box was not an engagement ring. It was a ring, yes. But a diamond on a band, no. Instead, there was a gorgeous mother of pearl ring, a tropical flower on an ...

“A trip to the South will bring you unexpected happiness."   As I stared down at the small, white fortune in my hand, I knew that it meant something. I showed my husband, but didn’t say much, As, at that moment, I felt as though the universe and I were in on a secret; That I had been given ...

As I told you in Part Une, My husband and I were supposed to spend a nice Saturday in town, And I could barely get out of my sweats. I could barely get out of bed. Plus, on top of the way I was feeling, the way I was looking was not so hot. Take my normal hungover look—a look ...