Measure for Measure
Gail Pembroke grew up north of Atlanta long before the airport became the busiest in the world or downtown was the horror it is to drive in as it is today.
As luck would have it, she also grew up with some of the most outrageously funny, tragic, tough, and indescribably precious women a girl could ask for in her life. They see one another through losses – that weren't quite losses. Or were they? And the men, oh my, the men. Some abusive, some a few fish short of a tuna salad sandwich. And one from across the pond. Well, you'll just have to read it to see!