There Were Two

In my nearly 40 years of living, I have been “in love” twice.  The first time around, I failed to realize there was someone else in the picture the whole time. The first time I fell in love, I was 23.  He was gorgeous, aloof, philosophical, and dangerous.  Our physical attraction was magnetic and the … Read more

Night Walking

Night time can be difficult for me. I equate the night with love (or a lack thereof): being held in the arms of a lover as you both drift to sleep; celebrations with friends as the clock ticks past midnight; and family gatherings in front of a fire on a cold Winter night.  When I am lacking in … Read more