Yesterday I was excited for a New Year. But I was expecting something that didn’t happen. I hoped to hear from someone who meant so much to me at one time. That call never came and I was saddened. When I’m sad or feeling alone, and I have nothing to hold on to, Judy is where I go.

I don’t know anything half the time. I’ve loved and lost but one of the things I do when I don’t know what to do, I visit the women who’ve done it already and learn from them. Very few younger women can teach me anything. So I spent last night in bed listening to Judy, Elizabeth Taylor, and Katharine Hepburn. They are kinda like my mother’s. Since I don’t have a mother or Aunt, or father, or grandfather, or uncle, or grandmother, lmao!! This is getting depressing! But it’s true. They all died. I hold on to you guys. My readers are my family. I usually don’t get this candid. But my life isn’t mine, it’s yours. I’m an open book. If any of you ever need to talk I’m always here.