To my Fiance Before our Marriage

You ask me what I am afraid of... That's exactly the problem: I don't know. I don't know what the future holds. I don't know what we will do. I don't know where we will be. I don't know how we will live. I don't know if you will think I'm pretty in 10 years. (For … Continue reading To my Fiance Before our Marriage →

With Both Hands.

There are two pictures in my journal: In one picture, it is dark out. There aren't any lights on the gravel path. We are in a cemetery. He is walking in front of me with a backpack on. He holds his longboard in his left hand. His dimples are showing, and his eyes are shining. … Continue reading With Both Hands. →

Just Three Words

Life is a gift. And she knows it. She knows it while she sits alone at her house. She rocks in her rocking chair. She dusts the picture frames. She waits for the grandkids to call. She paces the floor. She pulls out her husband’s old shirt and wraps herself in it. Life is a … Continue reading Just Three Words →