Valentine's week is a time for reflection for those of us supremely blessed to have a wonderful partner, spouse, significant other, or boo. We wonder what gifts are appropriate to demonstrate our appreciation for their continued love and support for our dreams, hopes, and wants. It is particularly difficult for me to find gifts for... Continue Reading →
Katie was always a glutton for the presence of her husband of 50 years, Jules, a paragon of spousehood who, like herself, was a punctual person, never late to any event for which they received an invitation. It made for a wonderful union, rich in mutual respect for each other's time. Each day, she felt... Continue Reading →
They could barely eat. But their home was full of love. Their souls were well-fed. Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge: bare and full.
Maddie and Curt were silent as they drove towards their favorite camping ground. They had packed their provisions carefully, especially the chocolate ripple ice cream that they both loved so much!. They'd stored it in a freezer bag covered with ice, in an attempt to keep it from going all mushy. Their adult children couldn't... Continue Reading →
You see me as I really am, not as you would have me to be, Accepting my warts and foibles, without asking me to change. And in the loveliness of your attention and welcoming looks, I find that I cease to feel so different from others or strange. You never ask if I could be... Continue Reading →
He seemed irresistible standing in the front of the dive bar on 8th Street! To say he was gorgeous was an understatement, if she'd ever heard one. Standing beside a beautiful girl, whose rose-quartz colored dress was embedded with crystals and had been designed to hug her aortistic numbers of curves, Calla thought that she... Continue Reading →
My husband wished me a happy MLK Day this morning, and then proceeeded to ask me if I thought that hate is a natural part of us. I was taken aback, because Douglas is the most loving of people, and I don't remember ever seeing him show hate for anyone. When we finally met face-to-face... Continue Reading →
Frosty eyes of hate. The light glints off your weapons. I won't be afraid! Written for the RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #341: frost and glint. On this day we celebrate the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King's holiday, I am reminded that, even in the face of weapons, they marched. Seeing those weapons at... Continue Reading →
Sometimes when we're together, and I feel so apart from you, I wonder if marriage is a natural state or an artifical construct. But then I start to think of the relationships that I've witnessed, And the answer to that question comes down to people's conduct. For some people, marriage is a step expected at... Continue Reading →
Photo Credit: Artbyrandy at Morguefile The guilt gnawed at him, but he wasn't eager to visit her grave. He'd tried explaining to his children that he needed to pretend that she was still there and that he was still trying her patience. But his kids told him that he had to face the pain, and... Continue Reading →
