Graduates from the Morrison College Class of 1967 don't seem to have read the rulebook - the one that replaces romance with less youthful infatuations. Sure, they love to garden, adore their kids and grandkids, read, knit, and deplore texting, and yes, the television volume occasionally approaches rock concert level, but nothing - I repeat nothing - has replaced romance or passion. As love's illusions are sampled and digested, Liv's decades old secret, Rich's relationship with his ex-wife, and Scotty's adventures with fame, fortune, and the wicked witch of the west, are ingredients for a...
Graduates from the Morrison College Class of 1967 don't seem to have read the rulebook - the one that replaces romance with less youthful infatuations...
What is it like to be sixty-eight and in love? Some will say, forget passion. With luck there might be an occasional kiss on the cheek - more likely long detailed discussions about aches and pains. Most assuredly evenings on the porch in wooden rocking chairs, sweet ice tea, and a little soft music on the victrola. Sound right? Not even close The final volume of the Life, Love, and Bifocals series delivers passion, a romantic triangle, struggles with addiction and guilt, jealousy, a visit from the FBI, and oh yes, more passion. As they cruise toward their seventies, Guen, Liv, Mary Alice,...
What is it like to be sixty-eight and in love? Some will say, forget passion. With luck there might be an occasional kiss on the cheek - more likely l...
