Weathering the Storm_Choosing Love_Pants On Fire_Broken Trust
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Weathering the Storm
People are a lot like caterpillars. There are plenty of caterpillars amongst us, but on occasion we get a glimpse of a butterfly…The wind had changed direction. No longer the soft, warming breeze that blew gently off of the ocean caressing and nurturing me. This wind was angry. It didn’t care if I wasn’t ready for it’s onslaught. The new gust was powerful and merciless and really cold. Really cold. I struggled in this new, brutal environment searching for shelter. Was there something or someone who could help me withstand the hostile and uncertain world I was thrust in to? I didn’t think I h...
Choosing Love
Melanie pranced through the fields of hay that grow high this time of year. On occasion, she could see the overlook to the beautiful waterway she grew up beside. She could still picture the porch swing moving back and forth on a breezy spring morning. The tulips her mother planted had always begun to bloom during that time of year as she marveled at nature’s beauty. She reminisced on the days when she could walk on the old wooden boardwalk and feel the warm sun under her feet and the leftover sand between her toes. She used to look over the water as the sun would set, slowly fading behind the ...
Pants On Fire
“Honey, do these pants make my butt look too big?” Shaunette strains to see every side of herself in the full-length mirror. The tight black and purple capris look good to her, and the lambs on the butt pockets emphasize her bountiful gluteus, but she wants to know what her husband thinks.Tedrick snorts and thinks that what his wife really needs is a full-width mirror that takes up the full door that it’s latched to, but he doesn’t dare say as much. He dutifully responds as any man with two brain cells does. “No, of course not, honey. You look great. Super sexy!”“Are you sure, babe? I really n...
Broken Trust
The union jack billowed in the breeze, heavy with humidity refusing to give way to rain. No matter how charming and quintessentially "English" the English Tea Room appeared, nothing could hide the glaringly obvious fact that they were situated in Covington, Louisiana. The 70www.onedoor.cc-degree winter was enough to disabuse one of any delusions that they might be on a quiet little island country on the colder side of the Atlantic. Anastasia bemoaned the heat, wondering how she was meant to drink hot tea in such weather, wondering if this was all a huge mistake. A glance at her phone indicated that it was ...