Change

Last night I yawned, and stretched, and he reached over, tweaked my nipple and ruined my stretch. We both laughed…because it’s an inside joke…something he always does (or used to, when we were okay). The night before, he smacked my ass with a wooden spoon (the one he uses to itch beneath his cast) when…

Sorry, Not Sorry

I’m a cyclical creature. A creature of habit. A creature of of comfort. And when life overwhelms, I have a tendency to go inward to rest and rejuvenate. Sometimes it takes a weekend. Sometimes several months. I’ve talked about my “cycles” before. They drive my Husband mad, because these cycles directly impact my writing, and…more…

Irony

For years I have waded through life and marriage like I would live forever and would eventually get to the things that mattered. I’ve often focused on all the wrong things…all the things that didn’t matter much, if at all – things like making the house neat and checking off all of the crap on…

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