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Good question. What is a gentleman? It isn't so easy to answer as you might expect. The answer varies from female
Hair back? Check. Hands washed? Check. Here we go. Measuring, slicing, dicing, peeling, grating, sauteeing, deglazi
I wrote this a few months ago, part of my grieving process. October, 25 days till my youngest would have been 12.
It had been a hard day at work... but the weather was nice... still sunny, warm.. well, warm enough. T-shirt weather.
nothing will ever seem the same when you leave the beginning you start the end. the safest place is so near but yet s
step out with me into the great unknown the world's at our feet lets make it our home I'm looking at you
write everyday. They have 3-5 things in the mail, waiting and waiting for the response. They write everyday. Real wri
His name was shy of just 3 little letters. From the ceiling dangled open wires, Intertwining my legs while I lay on a
I am in the process of compiling a manuscript and I am at the stage of getting ready to submit to a publisher. I need to
Ladies: Stop going to the salon, wearing make-up, applying fake nails etc., tanning (if you do) & going to the gym. The
This journey has been interesting to say the least. Divorce is not something to be played with, it's heart rending, soul crushing and leaves one in the depths of despair. Like the Phoenix you must rise from the ashes. To let oneself wallow in it would be a crime to oneself I think. Finding oneself, meeting them in the mirror and making them believe again that they are worthy and good is an uphill battle. To call yourself unloveable or unwanted a slanderous lie.
You must make peace with yourself, and love yourself with all masks ripped aside. Come to the root of what's failed and press on knowing in your heart that you've done your best with what you had at the time and BELIEVE it. This is scary and highly life changing. For one such as myself ( a big believer in ruts ) this was a revelation. "All that glisters is not gold", so Shakespeare wrote. And in essence you might have to reflect on past relationship and boil it down to one simple truth. "A gold foil wrapped dog turd is still a dog turd." It wasn't this great, shiny thing. There's alot of ugliness buried deep at the heart of some relationships and so was the case with me.
I think it's my time to fly. Time to cut the crap, listen to good music, keep company of good friends, love my family and to not let my heart stop beating.
It still keeps life intact, faithful and true. The metronome. I still wake up breathing, the seasons come and go as they always have. Spring still holds all its beauty and life and autumn trees still shiver their great colored mantles to the earth below. Winter slumbers, summers hot and drowsy and still time presses on.
Do I hope to find happiness again? Of course I do, to say not would make a liar of me. Hopeless romantic, tactile, lover of music and rumpled bedclothes.
To allow yourself to be open to the possibilites is breathtaking. To touch another soul and have them touch in return is what we all strive for. Don't you?