“Lane’s voice rang in my memory, his old admonition that I was being financially reckless by moving into an apartment while my parents lived only a few blocks from campus. He’d said it because we were friends, and sometimes friendship called for a war, a battle to make sure the …
Fact truly is stranger than fiction. Hopefully it ends on the last page with a huge, “Ahhhhhh….”
“It was there, the aroma of him, in the downtown air. As strong as I smelled it on the train when he was right there beside me. It was him. It had to be.” I fiddled with the glass of water the waitress had brought. “But of course he’s gone, …
Matters little…I accept. – Women worth writing about.
From soon to be released “Asked For” – when we don’t know how to ask for what we really want from a relationship: “She lifted the bowl of potatoes and extended it to him, the pool of melted butter sloshing against the rim of the small pond he’d made in …
He stared at me, then nodded slowly. I smiled, wishing I hadn’t come. Wishing I’d had time to finish Julianne’s story before I was coaxed…no, forced…back to this world. The smile worked. He stepped to me and wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling his face into my hair. “It’s good …
