I don’t think we are ever prepared for the death of a loved one. It is a loss so profound, it cuts a hole in our center, our core and our heart. It leaves us unbalanced, wounded and bleeding. We mourn the ones who die before us and struggle to imagine life without them. Our... Continue Reading →
My Impulsivity Can Be Surprising!
When my husband, Danny, was invited to go hut skiing the same weekend as our trip to Wisconsin, skiing won. You're not surprised, are you? Anyway, last Tuesday, Danny remembered we hadn’t transferred the tickets. I had spaced them out too. Duh! We would lose them on Thursday. One ticket could be used in April, but I... Continue Reading →
“Share the Love!” A New Idea for Valentine’s Day
February 14th is Valentine's Day, the most divisive holiday of all. Some love it while others hate it. No news there. But I had a thought. What if we transform the couple's celebration of exclusive, romantic love, to a day of inclusivity? Okay. I'm not talking about threesomes, but what if we twist the term,... Continue Reading →
Jumping for Joy! Literally…
As part of our family's Christmas traditions, I shop, bake, decorate, and create homemade greeting cards. I am always up for adding something new to the list. My son Kelly figured he would receive a Playstation 4, but he still expressed over the top happiness when receiving his gifts. That's when I had an idea... Kelly... Continue Reading →
A Sexercise for My Book – 125 Word “Flash” Fiction
The sun slanted at a lower angle through the dirty windshield and he knew he should leave. “Just one more minute.” Alexa's afternoon of window shopping had been fruitful. She had purchased the sheer lavender cocktail dress that clung to her curvaceous body. She drove down the street, glancing over at the battered black Camaro... Continue Reading →
The Stormy Recess of Broken Hearts
I remember my worst Valentine’s Day ever in Madison, Wisconsin as cold, damp and wintery. The night before, I decorated my shoe box with construction paper hearts, rick rack, and sequins much like the other girls in my 5th grade class. My mother had bought paper valentines which I signed, picking the best ones for... Continue Reading →