Tag: love

My Mother’s Face

After my father died, I found this photo in his bedroom. It was leaning against the mirror of the vanity where my mother had sat painting her nails in a room dark except for the small lamp, her red nails gleaming in the dim…

Valentine’s Day 2019

Love isn’t a mystery. Loyalty, resiliency, and kindness are mysteries. And humor. Humor is definitely a mystery. And a gift. I have been in love with many people who weren’t funny. They were thrilling at first but ultimately gave me a headache. If two…

Minnie and BowWow Discuss the Stay of Execution

BowWow: Jesus H. They were gonna do me in at 9:15 this morning. Just like that. After all we’ve been through. Motherfuckers. Minnie: They’re just trying to do what’s best for you. You’ve been looking pretty sick lately and then this morning you got…

My Mother’s Face

After my father died, I found this photo in his bedroom. It was leaning against the mirror of the vanity where my mother had sat painting her nails in a room dark except for the small lamp, her red nails gleaming in the dim…

Love

One stone of thousands Perfect blue heart in the snow Waiting to be claimed

Outerwear

I Googled an old boyfriend a few nights ago and a picture of him popped up. It was the only photo of him I’d ever seen but remarkably as I remembered him in my mind’s eye. Hair parted in the middle, big bushy beard,…

Two a Day #14: Not Go

“The real reason for marriage. The borrowing and lending of courage.” I said those words in a blog post I wrote last summer about a conversation I had with my husband on the back porch. Of all the things I’m grateful for, a husband…

Not Now, but Then

Every couple of years after he was the cause of the break-up of my first marriage, Hal would show up at my front door with a bottle of Scotch which I didn’t drink and then try to ingratiate himself into my life as my…

A Fine Pie

I’ll take pie and ice cream over cake and ice cream any day of the week and here’s why. Pie has more personality and way more power. I courted my husband with pie. He was getting over a bad break-up and living in a…

One Kiss

You only need one kiss.  On Mother’s Day.  Or any day. You don’t need dozens.  Just one. To kiss or be kissed.  It’s the same. That’s all you need.  Is one.

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