Ready For An Adventure?_How I won my husband’s heart - the way to a man’s heart is through his stoma
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Ready For An Adventure?
I took a step into the warm sunlight and let its golden rays wash over my damp face. In the movies when characters are walking away and moving on, they never look back. They never look back because they are so focused on where there going, that the only place they have to look, is forward. But as I stood outside of the house that had been my home my whole life, I looked back. And I guess real life is not like the movies, because even when we're ready to move on. Even when we're so ready for change, it does not make it any easier for everything to actually change. It does not make the past si...
How I won my husband’s heart - the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach
First Christmas with no snow. Gotta blame it to Climate change, or maybe I got used to the cold winters here. The ‘white Christmas’ wasn’t white this time! A horror for many. Not for me. Fortunately for me it was perfect. Cold as usual. No snow. Minus the usual greenery, all looked grey. Pine trees were the only ones endured enough to accept the low temperatures, sleet and freezing rain. Still standing and holding its leaves. The sun up in the sky was super bright, easily playing tricks on us, reminiscent of the wonderful warm summer days. I have learned after many years living here that sunny...
What I Need Most
I stood there only able to stare out at the vast orange valley. How did I get here? One minute I was standing at the end of Duncan Street looking at the message board outside of the Baptist Church. Sometimes thewww.onedoor.ccre were jobs posted there that I can do. Things like cleaning or babysitting. Anything to make some pocket money. Anything to get away from home. Well, what was left of home anyway. A year ago my mama died. She had a brain tumor and had been sick for a while. I didn’t take my good-for-nothing daddy long to find Rhonda.What kind of name is Rhonda anyway? Not soft and feminine like Elizab...
The River Mother
Free. Free and flowing. There’s a slight hint of white noise as the clear, cool stuff runs over the stones and pebbles beneath me. It sounds close to the end of a kiss, right when the lips part and the breath between two lovers resumes again. The trees around me shiver in the late afternoon breeze. They speak, too. They tell the others of their beauty as that is the only language nature says. The paddle in my hands swathes out a path to the side of me, gently pushing me along her body. It’s beautiful out here. Always was. This was where I was born. This is where I live. This is, probably, wher...