A gently Caress1) Michael and I hardly noticed when the waitress came and placed the plates on our ...
2009-10-03
Hi ,ThereIt was Sunday,Christmas.Our family had spent the holidays in San Francisco with my husband'...
All I RememberWhen my father spoke to me,he always began the conversation with “Have I told you yet ...
A String of Blue Beads1)Pete Richard was the loneliest man in town on the day Jean Grace opened the ...
The 175-dollar BillI stretched my legs under the living-room desk,picked up a letter and cut it open...
The Ritual1)Every Sunday morning is the same. I wake up with a start to find myself buried in my wif...
That“Other Woman” in My LifeAfter 22 years of marriage, I’ve discovered the secret to keeping love a...
My Christmas Miracle1)For many of us,one Christmas stands out from all the others,the one when the m...
To my Friends Who Are Single Love is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it eludes you...
Voice from the past It was the kind of voice that you never forget. Deep. Warm. Melodic. Soothing, y...
A Trucker’s Last LetterSteamboat Mountain is a man-killer, and truckers who haul1) the Alaska Highwa...
10 signs your love life is going right1. You always keep for him the other half of the chocolate alm...
To My Friends Who Are Play boy/girl TypeNever say“I love you”if you don’t care.Never talk about feel...
To My Friends Who Are Not SingleLove isn’t about becoming somebody else’s“perfect person.”It’s about...
I’m always here to love youI am always here to understand youI am always hereto laugh with youI am a...