My name is Jon Roach. I don't know where to start really? I'm waiting on my lovely wife of 15 years, Megan. She just gave birth to 2 healthy baby boys. It was so embarrassing being in the delivery room. I felt like such a fool. I was helping with my wife's breathing, holding her head, counting between breaths, she was pushing so hard and doing so well. Dr....
Authors Note: My apologies for the long hiatus. I recently changed job titles, which put a more physical work load on me that tended to cut into my writing times as it also changed my daily schedule. In other news your Uncle Bono is hopefully going to be getting a new job as an emergency dispatcher, which means I get to tell cops and paramedics where to go a...
The log cabin home was up, but so many things still needed to be done. Every morning the propane heater was on in the single large room of the house, and ice was treacherous on the road to town. Mornings were dark, and getting darker as October turned into November. Maya and I shared our body heat and laughed at the others trying to wiggle closer under the...
My thanks and deep appreciation go to dforrest3 for his help in editing this chapter of Building Utopia. I feel we now have a much better product. As with all authors however, the errors are mine. * Early the next morning, true to his word, Roger and the new settlers began building barracks for the single men and women to live in and small cabins for the...
So, just beta testing this new idea and see if people like where this is going (Chapters for Gilded in Gold and By Night, My Love will be posted next week) thank you for reading and leave comments :) Chapter One I'm that girl you just love to hate. You know, that one girl in your group who always laughs the hardest and has the snarkiest comeback. The one t...
I'm Melanie. I'm a 30 year old, married slut who cheats on her husband almost daily, if not even more often than that, because he can't come close to satisfying me and I can't possibly get enough cock anyway. This is another entry in my memoirs. At the time I'm writing this, I've got about eight to ten guys who I count as "boyfriends" -- guys I fuck somewha...
My pulse quickened as I sat outside her house. I really was not even sure that it was her house. It had been years since I had quite by accident ran into her sister-in-law who willingly showed me the pictures of Dawn and her children at the Christmas party. It had taken me years, but thanks to classmates; I had learned that her name-married name was Smith. T...
As I drove back to Vicky’s place I kept trying to figure out how to approach the situation. I had already blown it once by running away and I didn’t want to repeat that again. When I got to her place I sat in my car for a long time trying to decide whether I should go in or just drive off. But how would I live with myself or face Christy if I took off again...
A/N: I hope everyone enjoys reading my writings just as much as I enjoy writing them. Peace and Blessings. I jadedly watched steam slowly coil around my hand-painted Artisan coffee mug as I tried my best to concentrate on my case briefings. I was set to defend an eighteen year old African-American male for attempted murder and alleged rape of a sixteen yea...
The Ulleann Pipes are real and the music that comes from these simple reeds and covered or uncovered finger-holes is haunting. Some of the pieces still claw at my soul. Here are YouTube titles, for those that want to hear such music for yourselves: Davy Spillane - Caoineadh Cu Chulainn Uilleann Pipes.flv I am asleep (Air) & The Clumsy Lover (Reel) Uilleann...