Tag: Fiction

You are the Bane of my Existence

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“Then you agree? It is insupportable.” – Anthony
“Impossible” – Kate

We are now in a temporary break between the first & second parts of Bridgerton season 3. The show, which started in 2020, is not known for its historical accuracy – and yet, its a delightful way to see Regency England. The scene above is from season 2. And while it’s probably my favorite bit of dialogue from the 3 seasons (and Queen Charlotte’s spinoff) so far, it was nice to see one of the shows most beloved and important characters, move toward her own happy ending, in the first four episodes of season 3.

Each season centers around one member of the Bridgerton clan (8 kids). First season was Daphne, second Anthony, and now – Colin Bridgerton. And everyone’s favorite non Bridgerton – Penelope Featherington. There’s something deeply satisfying about the underdog getting her man. So this season will probably be a favorite. But the passion (and a little bit of hate) last season between the frustrating Anthony and the equally infuriating Kate Sharma, is unmatched (so far).

“You are the bane of my existence. And the object of all my desires.” Indeed.

Are you a Bridgerton fan? Have you read the books? I think I may skip the books. I’m enjoying this unrealistic take on historical fiction. ;)

Wild Things

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It is untamed. Wild and unplanned. I wake deep in thought, recalling the mornings in the Redwoods – the air cold and damp. There was nothing around but the untouched forest. Standing there, facing the west, I saw the Pacific resting between the hills – the brush wild and untamed. So perfectly beautiful and lonely.

This is what it’s like to love you. On a day I least expected you, there you were. We are perfect partners. We think alike. But not. In that place in between, where we differ, you shine most.

There are more questions than answers. In the beauty of this wild thing, I long for you. What is and will not be follows me around like a coastal fog. Through the haze I see you. I don’t hold it against you – you can’t tame wild things.

I live here in this tension, with what will not be, settling into the cold, wild – alone.