Like a Moth to a Flame
Ok, so from the very beginning with Stu, the widow, I was enamored by his ability to say what I needed to hear in the language I crave. He exercised…
Ok, I have resumed journalling, rigorously, of course, because I either do things with rigor or not at all. sooo—With this man, who is widowed, from the love of his…
So, here I am “dating” again.... And I feel as if it’s almost something to be admitted only in a whisper, to close friends, and with an apology. For the…