love story, tragic romance

The Closed Door

I flicked through the television sitting on the single leather chair at the foot of my bed. The bed too big for just one, even two. There I have a model fast asleep, her friend besides her. Both women with lacy intimate fabric. The model was my date last night. Another Grammy won. Instead of… Continue reading The Closed Door


Being Mom

    With the date to honor mothers being just around the corner I wanted to beat the crowd with my Mother's day post. My youngest child turned six years old this week and my eldest will be eight  before summer is over. I had my boys early in life, younger  than most woman do.… Continue reading Being Mom