You walked by me one day a couple of years ago, totally unaware I existed. I sat up and took notice. I thought maybe you were the most handsome man I'd ever laid eyes on. I know now that actually is the case. You feign calm indifference. But I see through you. Your gentleness and … Continue reading If a writer falls for you . . .
Sunday is the ever so weekly reminder that the work week has returned and I'm being drawn away from what I most want to be doing. It's Sunday night again. If you were here, our lazy day of rest would turn into a relaxed evening as we cook together. We would turn on the music … Continue reading Sunday Nights if You Were Here
It is summer. Eastern Carolina is a sight to behold in the summer, even more so on the coast where the air is like a sultry, sexy Flamenco. It just seeps way down deep into your bones. The light in the early evening is like this living thing. It almost breathes. Deep. It wraps me … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Hard Way
For the longest time, I tried to make excuses. I figured that there had to be more. Why? Because nothing made sense. I lived everyday with this confusion hanging over my head and the belief that somehow, somewhere this would all make sense. But I'm tired of making excuses and I'm tired of trying to … Continue reading All In
Where are you, Baby? Still somewhere choosing your words carefully, I presume? There's a hole here in this big house. It feels even bigger than normal. There are things I'd like to do with you. I'd like to cook an extravagant dinner with you, music playing, and candles burning. I'd like to argue debate pointless & … Continue reading Things I Would Like To Do . . .
Dear Future Husband, There's a prayer I'm praying right now. It's really the same thing over and over. I am praying for you. I'm praying we can somehow get past this wall that appears to be in front of us now. I pray nothing will stand in our way. I pray you'll find me, see … Continue reading Run & Never Tire
Brushing a girl's hair behind her ear once a day will solve more problems than all those therapists and drugs. - Atticus I'm writing a love story. I thought I was stuck. Last weekend, I thought I'd never get past this mess of my own heart. The pieces still broken - fearing hope. But the … Continue reading A Love Story in Progress
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Dear Future Husband, It's Valentine's Day. It's a day I like to make fun of since I'm here alone and you're . . . there doing whatever it is you're doing (torturing me with all this waiting). Though I am a true and sometimes hopeless romantic, I hope we'll find romance in the normal, nothing … Continue reading What is Romance, Anyway?
When I was a little girl, I used to dream up love stories. It's a curse, I tell you. It has followed me past 40 and right on into my 42nd year. Except now I write the love stories instead of just dreaming of them. When you write love stories, you should probably find a way to … Continue reading A Love Story