The Lost Art of Agreeing to Disagree
I met the man that would eventually become my husband two months after arriving on campus for my freshman year at college. About two months after that, over Chr...
I’m Leslie; a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. I’m a terrible cook, singer and dancer, but I can make a helluva cocktail and, on occasion, can be fairly amusing. I am passionate about the people in my life, and trying to find laughter in the everyday moments. Most of the time you’ll find me harassing my adult children to call their mother, begging my husband to travel more often, pretending with Cora as much as I can, slamming a ball around a paddle tennis court, or trying to find the right words to put all of the thoughts swirling in my head to paper. Bear with me, I’m trying.