If I were a cat, my name would be Pussy Galore, which my friends aptly called me because of all the lives a feline has, I’ve had more. So, pussy for the obvious, and galore because if I haven’t done it not once, not twice, but three times.
What has me most perplexed is my next step. What can I do so that I don’t find myself yawning in my boss’s face or start drinking five minutes earlier every day? (I added it up—if I started at five o’clock on Monday, in just two weeks, well, you do the math.) It would be way beyond acceptable teetotaling.
Married (twice), held jobs on more than two continents, and worked for some of the top fashion houses in the world. Runway shows in Paris & Milan. Black eyes – five (three were accidents (I swear) and one involving ouzo and a discotheque in Portofino.
I’ve traveled around the world, once with a reason, the other to see if I could do it. World-class athlete, gourmet chef, debutante, hard worker (had to throw that in)…and come close to destroying two homes. But all of this will be explained….in time.
So, I bought 22 acres in a town I’d never heard of. It has a population of 875 and churches on every corner, right next to the Dollar Store or Family Dollar. Oh, I forgot to mention there was no home, just a large empty structure.
So, I put one foot in front of the other. Said a big prayer. Went to get more Botox and then built a barn. And that’s how I started. I added horses, cattle, mushrooms, but most importantly, I got down to my writing.
So, WELCOME to PAIGE TANNER. I hope you’ll join me on this journey, and you get as much out of this as I do, sharing it with you
