THINK ABOUT IT...
“It’s been a year now. How are things going?”
That’s my psychiatrist, Linda. She’s a middle aged woman who has been married and divorced. Whether she dates or not, I have no idea. 834 more words
hello from Sandy
Please don’t like me, because I’m not sure I like you. I mean, you’re nice, but I just don’t think that’s enough. I look at you and I just don’t get butterflies in my stomach. 375 more words
So Long Suburbia...
I’m wrestling this morning.
I wrestled myself from bed. I wrestled breakfast onto the table and the boy out the door. I wrestled Legos from my Baby’s iron grip. 379 more words
Written in lieu of my beautiful best friend and our previous discussions.
In our modern-day and age women are definitely becoming more and more comfortable with expressing their natural… needs. 755 more words
Why is it so damn hard for a woman to be alone?
didn’t save her.
He didn’t lead.
He let her go; 137 more words
My Granny was a whirlwind of energy. She rarely sat still, unless she was sewing.
Disclaimer: NOT my real Granny, but looks a lot like her! 487 more words
Tonight our youngest daughter is going to her first sixth grade dance and our oldest is going to her first football game as a high school freshman. 464 more words