When I got the offer to relocate to Charlotte, North Carolina, it was a mix of emotions for myself and … Continue reading Moving: Or How I Almost Became a Murderess (not really)
Your hugs are my favorite. I’m constantly amazed at how strong your one ‘good’ arm is. It’s like being in … Continue reading A Stranger Tells the Truth.
Three years later…I found the Strawberry Shortcake Big Wheel as I was preparing to move. My friend had tucked it away, at my request shortly after Christmas. I couldn’t at the time bring myself to see it, to watch her on it, to explain to her why Daddy hadn’t given it to her. That, I realize now, was very selfish on my part. And trust me when I say this…I wish I’d given it to her. Continue reading Daddy Loves You.
Georgie was hard to miss. Dark curls sitting like a crown atop his head. Eyes so brown and deep you swear they’re seeing right through you. Olive skin, a nod to his Italian heritage. You know what really attracted me though? He looked like he smelled good. I’m not kidding. He looked like he would have one of those natural scents that were jam-packed with pleasant pheromones. Continue reading Start in the Middle.