When I first wrote about betrayal, I wrote about recognizing that feeling as the starting point to dealing with the…
When I was a little kid, I used to worry about things all day long.
I love someone. A man. Only one.
Peace to you!
Summer wines and reading sonnets in the sweet mown grass of the park, his fingers trailing lazily over tanned thigh, sending cascading shivers…
When I am next to you, I feel I am with an armyEveryday with you…
I’ve been told many times that writing about how I feel and what I think is an act of embarrassing myself,
He paced back and forth from the deck to the dining room, distracted momentarily by the sight of the chandelier. It was hideous. Cheap. Gaudy…
It’s become easier for me to shove everything that bothers me at work out of my mind and into the…
How to Flush Good Times down the Drain
Mas cariño fisico
You wrote that goal this new year
I think I died.
Not in the unfortunate way humans do — slipping this plane of reality for another, just vibrating at a…
Sitting on the back porch steps, discussing the intricaciesof nothing and everything, with a friend not yet a lover,
