This morning I woke up worrying. It didn't start out that way. I opened my eyes to bright sunlight and smiled as I felt the warmth of Michael's body next to mine and the familiar weight of Poupon cuddled on top of my feet.
My friend Debbie Ford passed away last week after a long battle with cancer. I still can’t fathom the idea that I’ll never hear her voice, enjoy lounging on a hotel bed like schoolgirls conspiring to balance work and play, or watch her deliver a wise and wild talk on stage. The world won’t be the same without her sweet presence.