It had been six years since we had graduated from college, and for the first time since graduation, all three of us were together again. From the enthusiastic hugs at the airport and then the conversation and laughter during the dinner we shared at a local restaurant on the way to my home, it was clear that while plenty of time had passed and we had kept in...
I paced in the gigantic living room and came to a stop near the almost full wall window overlooking the city. She had a million-dollar view of the skyline and the harbor beyond. It almost distracted me from what was happening to my life for a brief second. Thinking back on everything that had happened to me since Friday afternoon, I realized I was exhausted...
Rick wanted to cry. He hated the drive home worst of all. It was when he missed his wife, Helen, the most. Helen had been deceased for three years, but Rick wasn't the kind of man to just 'get over' someone like Helen. For all of his high school years, she'd been his life, she was THE love of his life. When she died, it was devastating. And sure, most...
"Hiking in the springtime has to be God's gift to us after enduring winter," I was thinking to myself as I walked besides the little shallow country creek. Around me there was the renewal of life everywhere from the fresh green grass, budding leaves on the trees to the scampering of squirrels trying to locate the various nuts they buried last winter. Growi...
Oh my God. Today was even worse. I can't believe what's happening to me, it all seems like some kind of nightmare. Justine is actually sleeping in my bed now, but once she found out about my diary, she made me write down everything that happened today. I started the day with the same confidence I had going to bed last night. I decided I needed to dress mys...
Justine was also broken up. Broken up, lost like a sweater without one correct stitch. But she too was moving up. And out. She moved to D.C. and took classes at the University there. She worked for an artist in residence program as a theater teacher. She was essentially a consultant who taught theater to what one might consider underprivileged kids in neighb...
Author's note: Happy Valentine's Day, everyone. This is about starting Valentine's Day all alone, but very happy endings for all. Thanks for reading, and comments are appreciated! * The walk up the ramp leading into the store, the little crack in the concrete next to the cart rack, is where it always hits me: I'm a grown man, who drives ten minutes furthe...
"What is my most embarrassing experience?" Justine repeated in a puzzled tone. Justine and three of her friends were sitting around the breakfast nook in Kathy's kitchen for their weekly get together. They had been discussing their childhoods and out of the blue Sara, the newest member of the group, has posed the question to Justine. "Did Kathy put you up...
Again, I want to give a shout out to Techsan for the exemplary editing job. Thanks one and all for all of the great comments; and, thanks for reading my story. Readers, please keep up with the comments. They encourage me to get on with the next chapter. They also let me know if I'm going in the right direction. That's not to say that I am going to give every...
I looked around the restaurant nervously. I used to be really good at the dating thing, but years of not using my dating and flirting muscles had led to their atrophy. Blind dates like this one were especially trying because let's face it; a blind date is like sticking your arm in a geyser. Most of the time nothing happens, but if your timing isn't right you...