A Shift to a Private Life
When Ken died, nearly five years ago, I realized my life had been very public. There was a huge sign at the end of the drive; people came up the drive and wanted to buy things at all hours. Ken’s pots were in people’s life every day. We had become characters in many people’s stories. I have been building a private, single life. It’s going well. I am content. I am open to possibilities.
