Trying to keep up during unthinkable downs

Since my last post on Blooming Women, which I quite honestly vacillated on whether to sell, shut down, or take a leave of absence from, so much has happened. Without too much melodrama, here's a brief snapshot:

• Moved in with ailing parents (dying father) to care for them; father rebounded somewhat; mother went south; already dysfunctional relationship crumbled after several police calls; I left with mom for safety under legal advice; family intervened and betrayed; mom back with dad and failing; I'm disowned. 
• I fell in love with a very good man who told me he wasn't interested in anything serious from the beginning and when he suddenly realized he was getting serious, bugged out and broke my heart.
• I rebounded with a retired Army Ranger who now did global leadership training for the US government and was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer 2 weeks into our relationship when he was on assignment in the middle East. His wife had died 5 years prior, leaving him with 2 beautiful grown daughters. I prayed with him, sent him cheery videos from Mizzou students and Hooters girls, did everything a good girlfriend would through his treatments which threw him into cardiac arrest once and made him septic once. Only, guess what. None of it was true. The emails were being sent from Kansas. Yeah. Don't mess with an investigative journalist. I wish I wasn't a sharp cookie sometimes!!
• My healthy-as-a-horse daughter went into cardiac arrest and coded 5 more times on the way to the hospital. It seems she has an hereditary electrical problem with her heart. So once they finally diagnosed it, they were able to put in a pacemaker with a defibrillator. 
• I left my nannying position because of a senseless spat with the doc whose children call me grandma. This left me living out of my car for a few weeks until I Ubered and Lyfted enough moolah to get into an apartment. 
• Just last week, that doc's wife, who was one of my dearest friends, who had pulled my brain out of the darkest places as I had hers, decided she could no longer fight the good fight and left those children who call me grandma and that doc with whom I'd chosen to have a senseless spat and me behind. We are all still grieving. She was incredibly beautiful and I will be doing an article on her as soon as I am emotionally able.
• I fell in love with a very quirky, but very good man, who is somehow able to endure my drastic changes of personality, mood, and behavior, and continue to push back my bangs and kiss my forehead with such tenderness and love it makes me weep just writing this. Even when I don't like him, he loves me. Even when I trash the kitchen cooking some exotic oddball mess, he loves me. Even when he comes home from job-hunting exhausted and I'm curled up on the couch in my nightie eating potato chips and watching "Why Women Kill," he loves me. It perplexes me. It sometimes pisses me off. I have always proclaimed loudly that I could never trust or have faith in anyone who could love me, but here we are. Three months into living together because he couldn't stand the thought of me living on someone's couch and having the junk I love in storage, so he pity-moved me into his gorgeous space to clutter up his life, literally and figuratively, and every chance he gets, even when I rebuff him, he reaches for my hand, brushes back my unruly bangs, and gently kisses my forehead. For some inexplicable reason(s), he loves me. and for some even more inexplicable reason(s), I cannot run away from him. After 62 years of writing my This Isn't Him Chronicles, I think I might be closing the book. After decades of trauma, transiency, abuse, rejection, and wandering, could it be I finally found home in a guy named Randy? 

The bottom line is, BLOOMING WOMEN is on the rebound!! My daughters have a saying, "Sometimes, you just need YOUR WOMEN." Nothing could be more true for me right now. I need my blooming women right now! I NEED you to share your stories with me! Let's get this little online magazine thriving again!