Everyone is saying it. Even me. Vote. My mother married a man who was violent, racist, hypocritical and egotistical. He
It’s been one year since I’ve been with my love. Nothing has changed in my feelings. I’m trying to remember
Tomorrow he will come. Tomorrow I will see his blue eyes, touch his hair, stroke his back as he sleeps.
I know I know I know. The title is cliché beyond cliché, and it’s not even true (yet) but it
I will caress your back while you sleep, my love. I will run my hands through your hair, and touch
I’ve written this before, but for me, love isn’t like a faucet that you can turn on and off. Everyone
Just like a Devil’s Triangle is a now drinking game, Sex on the Beach isn’t really a suggestion to go
This is a post for younger readers, or readers younger than me. It isn’t so bad to be fifty, really.
The title of this post is also the title of a wonderful collection of essays by Margaret Atwood, which a
It’s funny how one’s brain works. I just got home from having a really nice, pleasant dinner with my ex-,