I am 40, married for 17 years to a man who would not let me break up with him. In the amount of time it took me to try to think up a more creative way to break it off, I fell for him. Now the mother of four quirky children, I am both blessed to overflowing and desperate enough to talk to strangers on a full-time basis. I love living. I love God more. Most of my life’s efforts amount to moments of “Now what do we do?” I could sum up the majority of what you will find here in two sentences: (1) Weird things happen to me. (2) I am a loose, loose cannon.