Life is a series of stones, I’ve come to believe. Some solid. Some cracked to the bone. Some hidden. Some known. One step, two step, red step, blue step. Blind step, new step. “I’m afraid,” I say, “you step.” His response, “I step. You step.”
Read more "Stepping Stones"I wrote about you. I read what I wrote about you. Then I cried about you. I cried about believing in you and in us. I cried because I swore to you that no matter what happened, I would never leave you. I am fiercely loyal, loyal to a fault. I always have been. But […]
Read more "Happy Divorciversary to Me…"It was cold on the day. I wore black, but not on purpose. I woke up that morning in the normal haze that surrounds me every morning. I grabbed clothes that were clean and easy to throw on because I am not a morning person. It took a year to realize the irony of it […]
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