I’m in a Paul Newman/Stevie Wonder mood. Look out. Paul is always on my list of best men. I do have a list. Yes, I know Paul is no longer with us, but he is on the island (See Well Dressed). He’s still very much alive and writing seriously romantic love letters to his wonderful wife, Joanne, until…
Why are most of the heroes in romance lately either billionaires, small town guys, bad boy alphas or not human? What about the guy in the third cubicle on the left or the second chair violin player in the local symphony? Those guys can be sexy too. They have stories and deserve to kiss in the rain. The…
I am usually a hand person. I like rough hands, callus, classic working hands. It’s often the first physical thing I notice about a man, even before the obvious eyes, lips or arms. My body part observations vary based my mood, or where I’m at in the story I am writing. I’m into necks lately.…
I was not born distractingly sexy or beautiful. Water doesn’t ripple down my abs and I can barely use a garden hose, but every now and then I look at people that are, for lack of better words, objectified, surface worshiped, and I wonder… Last week I was awakened by some obnoxious radio announcer in my…
Warning: This post is a rant. If you are not in the mood, or you’re super sensitive, or maybe even if you bring your dog into Starbucks. You should close out and come back later. Take Our Daughters…and Sons to Work Day. Stop. This has really got to stop. The day was originally Take Our Daughters to…
I had to buy a new pair of spin shoes. I mean I guess I didn’t have to, but the ones I have are almost a year old and they’re not as pretty as some of the other shoes in class. They’re losing their structure, they’re a little sloppy. For those of you that don’t…
Here’s how my crush on Stephen King got started. Alys (Alys in Underland) wrote a review of The Shining. I had to read pieces of Shawshank Redemption in a film class I took forever ago, but I’d never read anything by Stephen King. Most of his books are creaky door scary and I don’t like to be scared.…
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…
“He wasn’t always a pillar of ice. His warmth and good deeds were repaid with deceit and betrayal until little by little a chill took over.” -Donna Lynn Hope There’s cheating and then there’s betrayal. On the surface they seem to be the same, but they are not. Cheating is breaking a rule, a promise,…