By Carol Ostrow   I knew on my honeymoon that Alvin Ostrow was a big mistake. Husband #2, handsome, brilliant, (although I did not realize at the time, fabulously wealthy), was a playboy who never worked a day in his life. I was wearing a 10 carat diamond ring and miserable. Oh well, I said to myself, … Continue reading  The Poetic Pandemic – Part 3