Two broken, single parents find heeling This is a long-ish story with quite a bit of background development. I think the added depth is worth the long build, so please be patient with it. ******* And so it began. The start of another school year. I pulled my Jeep into the school grounds and took my place in the waiting drop-off lane. Children scurried abo...
I think I was five or six when the magic of Christmas began to be destroyed for me. Before that, it was all sitting on Santa's lap, parades, Christmas village at the mall. Small, penny candy canes were for the asking and there was always a tree. Never the greatest tree but we generally didn't have a Charlie Brown tree either, so yeah, it was a Merry Christma...
Mina yanked the cluster of pink, purple, and white balloons, around twenty, minus a few casualties while wrestling them in and out of the car. The bobbing mass barely missed a low-hanging branch on the tree she was passing in order to get to the cluster of four picnic tables a few feet away. Linda snapped a picture of her with the digital camera as soon as...
The tree house had been a fixture in our family's back yard for at least eight years. Dan built it when our oldest child turned seven. Over the years it had been a hide-out, a fort, a clubhouse--"No Boys Allowed," and the central theme of many sleepovers and late-night campouts. I'd stood at the base of this old oak tree hundreds of times; to toss up an extr...
This is the sequel to "Maria's Abandon" after much time and a number of reader requests "You're sure?" "Yes Nick, Tim saw me the other night." Nick and Maria were experiencing a new revelation in their sexual lives. They both liked exhibitionism, more to the point, Maria's exhibitionism. Because of an unintended exposure of Maria in front of her neighbor...
God, I want her. After what happened a moment ago, she looks even sexier. Her voice sounds deeper to my ears, her eyes shine brighter, and her lips look more sensual, now that I know what they can do. We are seated on each side of the large couch in the living room. Between us is her very drunk and loud brother who keeps singing obscenities. I am laughing h...
It's Christmas Eve and my ex-husband's turn to take the kids for the holidays. It had been less than a year since the ink dried on our divorce papers and my on again off again boyfriend decided he didn't want anyone during the holidays. I sat in my living room with a roaring fire in my fireplace and the lights twinkling on my Christmas tree. It only remin...
Dear Dewey, I write to you, as my lawyer and my friend, on a matter of some delicacy. There is a story attached. You know that, since I was a young man, I have never been able to resist a good story. I suppose some would say I am growing old. I don't see much growing in it. The two delights of my life have passed, and yet I live on: Mary, you will recall,...
Dahlia looked on with mounting dread as the first snowflakes of the evening drifted down from the heavens. As she peered through the frozen pane a worrisome frown drew in her cheeks and bunched wrinkles into her forehead, adding years to a face that was so much younger. There was a small piece of her that wanted the snow, but it lay sleeping in her memory....
Loving wife has had enough, after 40 years of Earth Days. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and the birds were singing, but there were dark clouds of discontent on Elizabeth Gordon's horizon. She was married 40 years today, Earth Day. "Happy Anniversary to me," she said taking a sip of the chilled champagne from the freshly opened bottle. It was only...