Romance…with wine
Sometimes I scroll through my own Facebook page, as I’m sure many (Someone? Anyone? Bueller?) of you do. And each time, I think, holy shit, my friends must think that therapy I’ve been going to on the reg for heading toward three years now isn’t helping much. Because my Facebook page sure does seem… quirky.... Continue Reading →
Recently, I’ve seen comments from several well-known and successful authors, stating that they do not have time to read. This seems odd to me, given that’s what they do for a living: feed books to people to, well, read. Not to mention, isn’t it wise to keep up with the genres one writes? To pay... Continue Reading →
A friend of mine recently lost her husband, very suddenly, very young (40s), very tragically (it’s tragic to lose your spouse at any age, but 40s just seems far too young). I found out via Facebook (isn’t that where we discover practically all our news these days?). I opened the app minutes after she’d posted,... Continue Reading →
I used to love fall. But the riot of color in the trees no longer brings me the same pleasure it did just two years ago. I have no desire to pull my sweaters out of hibernation; no excitement over wearing my multitude of boots (and I own some super cute boots). The cooler days... Continue Reading →
What if you’d left work early that day? What if you’d called/texted and asked him to walk the dog? What if you’d called/texted and asked if he picked his sister up from the bus stop? What if you’d called/texted and asked what he wanted for dinner? What if the dog had realized what was going... Continue Reading →