The realization of his error hit him like a load of wet cement.
The Perfect Valentine’s Day Gift for Your Man
The only problem is on the one day I actually plan to show my love it’s hard to find a gift.
A Promise
I’ll need to feel your breath on me long after you’re gone, have your scent on me linger on my neck.
The Nighttime Creeper
At some point in the middle of the night between 4:00–6:00 a.m., Little Dude embarks on his voyage across the dark uncharted carpet of our upstairs hallway.
Room for Two
Everyone keeps telling me, reassuring me, that you do in fact love the second as much as the first.
My Red Angel
Motherhood, that was something I felt equipped to handle, thrive in and even excel at.
The One That Didn’t Fail
“Successful” can be ascribed to any relationship, so long as participants take something away from it when it’s over. Every failed relationship can be a success.
Without Wanting
I’d always thought having sex both fulfilled my role as a woman while satiating my need for acceptance.
The Trash Tells the Story
When I finally dragged the whole mess out to the garbage can, sweltering in the August sun, I cried as I dumped its contents into the gaping mouth of the dark brown bin.
Love, Uninterrupted
My full acceptance of my irreplaceability to my son carried over into my relationship with my daughters.