Missing the you in Chuck |
We made the universe. You and I. Conversations ran concurrent with emotions that went out in the world and affected no one but us. I miss. You. I miss your face, your voice, your reaching out for...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Apr 2009 20:05:00 GMT |
Ladies boutique and the sex store |
The husband and I are in a ladies store. He's trying to be helpful, which is to say he doesn't know his keister from a hole in the ground in here. He looks hopeful, "Hun, what are you looking for ex...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Apr 2009 21:42:00 GMT |
The thoughts that circle my life... |
I have opened this same book too many times, the chapters are all the same, the words are all the same, the hopes and feelings... This woman that I've become is redundant. This is what I/she/someone...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Mar 2009 11:11:00 GMT |
Her Escape.... |
So, she just showed up. Took that flight and ended up there, in that little place, in that little city. And didn't tell anyone. Shhh... no one. no one. It was light and breezy when she walked out...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Feb 2009 17:09:00 GMT |
Camping and horseflies and swings and slides... |
So, I was thinking about how we used to go camping as kids. We had a nutso aunt whose phobia about germs and dirt was only surpassed by her desire to cook three full meals a day. My aunt would bring...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jan 2009 19:17:00 GMT |
Having each other |
Sometimes, it breathes if I hurt; my past. My present is somewhere in between yesterday and then and now. Faces blur into one; people look the same; feel the same. My body moving with yours, we sti...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Jan 2009 18:30:00 GMT |
The dinner frank conversation |
The husband and I have decided to take control of our lives, our bodies and minds... We've decided that we are going to eat healthier, reap the benefits of a strong body and mind. Here's how the conv...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jan 2009 20:26:00 GMT |
Conversations with Chuck |
I saw him there...on that bus for the first time. 1978. I loved him then. Him, "I knew you would be my wife someday." Even then? Come on? "I did though." ...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 19:56:00 GMT |
The Mannerisms of Love |
In 1973, I was 13 and in love with the idea of being in love. I thought that everyone was, and I studied intensely the mannerisms of men with their wives, boyfriends and girlfriends, interracial coupl...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Dec 2008 19:09:00 GMT |
Have a great day |
I laid there, waiting for the phone to stop ringing...but of course, it wouldn't. It was so persistent, it made my head hurt. I knew it was dad. I simply didn't want to go through th...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Dec 2008 18:08:00 GMT |
