• Losing

    “She appears to be alone,” I told Scott.  “You should go talk to her now before someone else does.  Only one person gets to talk to the new girl first.”    Scott kept staring, but when he got up, I was even shocked.  He was always nervous around the girls he was interested in, but maybe…

  • Mind Your Business

    My mother was always the mind your own business type.  The no-nonsense type.  She had a plan and she stuck to it.  I never knew how she could possibly fit so many tasks into one day.  I liked to take my time.  But that’s probably why I wasn’t nearly as successful as my mother.  At least not as successful as she would like me to…

  • Old-Fashioned

    “I am old-fashioned.  I can’t help it,” I heard the man at the table next to me telling the woman he was with about how sorry he was about opening the door for her.  I couldn’t help but listen as I waited for Garret to show up.  I was amazed that she was making such…

  • Strangers

    She told me to   never talk to strangers.  Nothing good would come of it.  Only fear  or loathing.  Maybe a little bit of stalking.  But I couldn’t help myself.  I can’t not talk  to someone.  My mouth opens, then shuts.  I almost don’t know what  to say.  His eyes were too  Beautiful. 

  • Dancing

    All I wanted to do was to get home and sit on my couch and not talk to anyone.  Being a backup dancer was exhilarating, but after nine months of constant touring, I was ready for a break.  The first two days home, I turned my cell phone to silent and rotated between my bed,…

  • Passion

    The passion in the artist’s eyes made me long for what I once had.  I once felt like I belonged to a group – to a community – but now I am not so sure.  It really started the weekend of my first “unofficial” show.  My then boyfriend (also a starving artist) had set me up…

  • Vulnerable

    “He is nothing but vulnerable so give him a break,” I said as I raised the axe above my head.  I heard the satisfying thunk of splitting wood and waited for Scott to respond.  “He is twenty-nine years old.  Time for him to grow up and get out.”  I sighed one of the millions of sighs I had when…

  • Moon

    The bright moon shines down  Leading me away from life  Showing me the way.  I never knew how far  My life could lead me astray  Until the moon sank.  My life was over  As I knew it.  Then you came  Back and it started. 

  • Caring

    “He doesn’t care about you,” I told Kristin.  “He never has.”  “Yes he does.  How can you explain the gifts?  The trips?  The clothes?”  Kristin continued to curl her hair as I sat on the edge of her bed.  I was skeptical of this guy she was going to meet, but she didn’t want to hear anything…

  • Things I Wanted to Say

    “There are lots of things I wanted to say but never did,” I wrote.  I stared at the letter I had started for the tenth time before crumpling it and throwing it into the pile with all the others.  What could I say to the one person I had loved so much, but had failed…