Home

Home is in bed with him curled around me, hand in my hair, arm about my waist.  Where we make each other coffee and random snacks.  Where I get and give a kiss good bye, a kiss hello, a drive by kiss, a thorough kiss, a peck on the head or the cheek in acknowledgement.  … More Home

Kiss me

It occurred to me yesterday that my first kiss was in the library, among the stacks. For so long I’ve always focused on who I kissed – which is so completely irrelevant 30+ years later – that it didn’t occur to me to realize how appropriate it was that my first kiss was surrounded by … More Kiss me

And yet…

Sometimes I feel as if a part of me always stands outside the circle, outside the window looking in.  Not jealous, not angry, occasionally longing, but always watching even if I’m in the thick of it.  Stepping aside for younger siblings, for family, for friends, for those who need the limelight more than I, who are more … More And yet…

August

Yesterday was the five year dating anniversary for Baldie & I.  Wednesday we will have been engaged for a year.  Friday was the five year anniversary of my sister getting rushed to the hospital – the beginning of a harrowing decent into the world of Crohn’s disease. My sister is in remission now, and Baldie … More August

The Dress

Hand-fasting.  Engagement.  Wedding.  Marriage.  Getting hitched. Nuptials. For my first marriage I went to the justice of the peace wearing the slacks and blouse I would wear to work a few hours later.  My mother made me promise that if I ever married again I would wear a dress.  As I thought this would never … More The Dress