A WOMAN'S SACRIFICE

Thoughts from this same-sex couple living in an alternate lifestyle.

Anyone that knows my marital background will readily understand my outrage at John Edwards. Never have I been more inclined to scream to the rooftops about men leading with their egos, considering only themselves and their needs while at the same time stomping on their wives.

Only in this case Edwards has compounded his indiscretion by cheating on a wife whose future is clouded by the threat of terminal cancer. What more should a woman have to endure from a husband who has flaunted his smile, his charisma and his phony support for several years while standing in front of cameras with his arm around her - fawning over the voting prospects he hoped to snare.

Just suppose he'd won the Democratic nomination as this truth was revealed. I'm convinced the "love baby" is his and what a strange picture it would conjure up to have all this exposed just as we were all going to the polls. What then?

Meanwhile, Elizabeth Edwards, acknowledged as a forceful spokeswoman for the Democratic cause, has had to be shushed just to keep the Edwards' name out of the media. What's that all about. If I were Elizabeth I'd go back to my maiden name and keep on speaking. I wish I could remember the name of the woman who chopped off her husband's penis but Mrs. Edwards needs to hear from her pronto.

On another topic, I know I've been remiss in blog postings. My excuse is our distraction with the impending (going on 8 weeks) demise of our dear friend, Tad Mosel. He was given 3 - 10 days to live in early July and has been in Hospice House all this time. Although eating is a big problem for him, he manages to take in just enough to keep going. If there were Pulitzer Prizes for an example of dying, he'd have won another to go with the one he won for "All the Way Home".

Kay and I were away for the weekend. An 85th birthday party was held for a dear friend at the Hanover Inn in Hanover, New Hampshire. Kay was born and raised in Hanover, her dad taught at Dartmouth and her mother was a devoted volunteer at the old Mary Hitchcock Hospital. So we had a great time all around - loaded with nostalgia.

This morning we go to Amherst, NH to do a program based on my book, "A Horse in the Ladies' Room". The story of the 10 years my second husband and I owned and operated the Fitzwilliam Inn in Fitzwilliam, NH.

I promise to be a more faithful blogger from now on.