I was sixty-eight years old when I finally realized that asking permission had become a habit.

Not because I needed permission.

Because after forty-five years of marriage, I had almost forgotten what it felt like to make a decision that belonged entirely to me.

My name is Joanne Kittle.

And the day everything changed began with goats…. Continue Reading ⬇️

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