Michael and I met our junior year in high school, 1988. I used Aqua Net for my awesome bangs, he wore Vans and we both rolled our jeans. Michael transferred to our school and when he arrived a few of my friends were pretty excited. New guy, kind of preppy, sounded like the same giddy…
I love you. Those three words have become “the moment” in movies, books, songs, even real life. It seems we have been pausing for “I love you” to slip from our lover’s lips since the beginning of time. They are iconic words, but what lies beneath can be as vast and varied as the people…
She was beautiful, wrapped in winter, and he wondered if she would allow him the pleasure of watching her welcome spring. I get wordy and super romantic as fall moves into winter. I’m not sure why, but something in me blooms when everything else is cold and dying. There’s mystery and an urgency to winter…
He took her breath away. It has been written a million times. I’ve written it myself. Of course he’s not literal taking the air out of her lungs. That would lead to gasping and a really ugly ordeal. He’s making her feel like she can’t breath, either physically, or my favorite, without even touching her.…
My hands still smell like garlic. I washed them at least three times last night and again this morning, but as I type, I still catch a whiff. I can’t cook, so I’m often relegated to prep work. I really don’t chop well either, but sometimes I like to help out. I minced garlic last…
Sundays are Pancake Sunday at our house. It’s really the only day I cook and I’m working on mastering the art of the pancake. We’ve had blueberry pancakes, regular pancakes and this Sunday…buttermilk pancakes. Pancakes are really quite simple, but you need to stick with a basic recipe and don’t mess with it too much.…
I like old keys. I always have. I also have a fascination with hotel silverware, but that’s a different post. There’s the obvious symbolism of a key. It represents the entree into something precious, locked away, private. Writers have used phrases like “the key to my heart”, “key to life”, or “keys to the past”…