Reborn in '83: His Forgotten Wife

at Mark, my husband of thirty years and partner in our theater suppl

e looked at me like a complete stranger, then walked past, straight to Brattleb

life, actively pursuing Tiffany, then brazenly claimed my deepest creative wor

cal bakery and later tried to legally trap me in our small Vermont town with a fabri

hoped to rebuild a life with, so utterly forget, betray, and aggressively

laim my talent, prove my worth, and independently forge an extraordinary