the dash that is our life

Yesterday, I visited the cemetery where my dad was laid to rest in 1985. I hadn't planned to stop there, but construction and a wrong turn after dropping my mom at the airport led me on an adventure through the city of Chicago and then to the highway that passed his exit. I settled in... Continue Reading →

pull the plug on porn

I put this letter in the mail today and hope to hear back: Dear Mr. Allen Smith, We've had the great privilege of staying at several of your amazing hotels.  We think the Four Seasons are the most luxurious on the planet. My husband's company often uses your properties for their incentive trips. We've been... Continue Reading →

the affair

I'm having an affair.  I should feel very, very guilty ... but I don't. He's a married father of three. I'm also married with three children. I happen to know his children very well.  In fact, I've known his wife my whole life. I am her, she is me. I'm having an affair with my... Continue Reading →

these kind of days

I awoke to the alarm this morning at five thirty, heart pounding, with a list of things I must accomplish today running through my head. First off, dentist appointment. Next, dress, gift, and grocery shopping before returning home to clean the bathroom. Then, send a card, finish emails, and make a meal to bring to... Continue Reading →

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