I will NOT be that woman. You know, the one who makes all the wrong choices and then takes on the role of victim? No thank you. Accountability. Am I right ladies? I made the wrong choice in marrying my… Read More ›
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Dominant: Butterflies and Love
Lately, love has been the dominant thought running through my mind. This is a big deal. Really. It’s a big deal because for the past six years, since my traumatic divorce, I’ve remained single. I don’t mean the kind of… Read More ›
Far From Ruins
From all of my experience with men, I’ve come to the conclusion that I should probably not have any more experience with men. Almost five years of abstinence. Five years! I am like a de-flowered virgin. A contradiction, I know…. Read More ›
The Mess Which Bespoke
Ugh!!! There were several pairs of shoes, their shoes, littering the dining room floor which is where the front door was. As soon as they entered, their shoes were kicked off, leaving the shoe bin (purchased specifically for…well, shoes) feeling neglected… Read More ›
Sometimes I Feel an Echo
via Daily Prompt: Echo Sometimes I hear an echo, only it is not quite a sound but rather a memory. Or perhaps a memory of a feeling. Like yesterday, when I saw him standing there and I felt a giddy… Read More ›
To Disappear
I see him standing there and a hint of a smile slowly, secretly spreads across my face. For a moment I am without form, without body. The material has faded away and I am untethered, free to float in this… Read More ›
Remembering Love
She had loved him. It was as though she were waking up from a long sleep to these feelings that she had held for this man all along. Feelings that had been buried, suppressed, in a deep, deep sleep. The… Read More ›
To Sincerely Love Again
Never regret anything you have done with a sincere affection; nothing is lost that is born of the heart. ~ Basil Rathbone For the first time in the past five years since my ex-husband left, I am seriously considering opening my… Read More ›
Ghost
There are different corridors in my mind, winding round, over, under, near and far, steps leading to steps that abruptly fall away to nothing. It’s something to walk these halls followed by and following the echoes of my footsteps like… Read More ›
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