Anna Curtin, my Aunt Ann (and my dad’s only sister), was my pinnacle of female independence and strength at an early age. As a kid we would visit my fun, loud, and sparkly Aunt Ann who had numerous boyfriends and husbands that fell by the wayside, and when in her mid-30’s, she adopted a baby on her own. This was sometime around 1980, where divorce … Continue reading In memory – 5 things I learned about life from my Aunt Ann