"Are you sure John is cheating on you?" Pastor Eaton asked. Not knowing where to turn I had made an appointment with Pastor Eaton to see what I should do after I learned my husband of seven years was having an affair with who I thought was my best friend, Dianne McLean John had been seen going into the Red rose Motel with McLean in the middle of the aftern...
Diana was in her late thirties, a single mom of one who had escaped an awful marriage. She was a curvy Hispanic, fairly typical in south Texas, but she had a radiant smile and piercing brown eyes. She had a sexy teacher look to her, and she knew how to use it to get the attention of men. After a string of bad dates and unsuccessful relationships, she was at...
It was the summer of 1958, and I had just pissed-off my C.O. at Camp Pendleton by going over his head to get transferred the hell out of that miserable desert landscape. It had cost me an additional year on my enlistment, but I had considered that a cheap price to pay. My next duty station was to be at Subic Bay in the Philippines, and I was leaving base wi...
The first thing I noticed when we deplaned from the C-130 transport in La Ceiba, Honduras was the sweltering heat and humidity radiating from the tarmac which served the local Honduran military outpost a few miles away. I was part of a Marine Corps forward deployed training group, back in the early 1980s, whose mission was to prepare the Honduran army regime...
The following is a true story of my first sexual experience outside marriage after arriving in the US. After graduating from college at 22 I married my husband. He was a twenty six year old Airman serving in Korea. We were not "well off" as enlisted Air Force pay was quite inadequate. Upon his discharge from the Military I decided to use my college educat...
The most sacred titles any woman can hold in this life are wife and mother, I thought as I proudly watched my daughter Catherine stand in front of a podium and deliver her valedictory speech to the hundreds of graduates at the convocation of the Sprott Business School of Carleton University. It's a bright Sunday afternoon and the City of Ottawa, Ontario, is...
For the past three months, Violetta Jones had a recurring dream. It was like a nightmare that really happened many years ago but all evidence had been hidden away. Only the dream's nightly return—vivid as the day that event actually might have happened—was there to stir her memories. A 42 year-old woman with an 18 year-old son away at the state university...
With the economy the way it has been the past several years, the place where Joan had been employed was forced to closed it's doors because a bigger company was taking all their business. She was sad as she had worked there for over 10 years and had developed a good working relationship with a number of customers that always came to her when they needed to g...
There is an art to sharing these stories that I haven't quite mastered yet. How much detail is too much, how much is too little? How relevant is the backstory, or is the backstory just filler before the fun? The backstory to the beginning of this tale is long. It involves a semi-friendship, friendly and not-so-friendly gambling, and a fair amount of alcohol...
I was in the office finishing up some odds and ends, it had been a long day, and I was taking a leave of absence for the next two months. I had a lot happen all at the same time, a death in the family, my husband and I were temporarily separated, not to mention that I had been working 12 hour days for the last three weeks. I was the last one in the office,...