Lament to Valentine’s Day I am not sure why it exists but do realize it has something to do with St Valentine, maybe Cupid, and definitely Hallmark cards. I start to worry about Valentine’s Day a few weeks before it happens. Why do I worry, you might ask? Right. Normal people don’t worry. Normal people
Why The Razor’s Edge is still so appealing…. Recently a good friend of mine recommended that I read The Razor’s Edge and so I picked it up on my way to Lenox, Massachusetts. Once I began to read the book, I was hooked as I found it to be a great story about the meaning
I think I will become a nun
Hot Things If you take something off the stove after it boils and let it sit, after a while it will cool off. This is my latest credo in life. It works for everything. Love affairs Arguments Business decisions. It is just a great mantra for life. If something feels too hot to handle then
Why write? I write because I have to write. I have been writing since I was in third grade. At first it was about my dog and now it is still about my dog and sometimes about my men. All right, all you readers out there in web land who gave me a hard time
The Stress of Attraction…The Fear of Abandonment It doesn’t get any easier to find someone…everyone thinks it will get easier as they get older, but guess what? It feels worse. The other night I was minding my own business, well kindove minding my own business, and circulating at a wonderful dinner by the Truckee River

Just another Saturday Night So tonight let’s take a bottle of that nice wine someone gave us down to the shore while the sun sets as it will set for a very long time up here and when it has left us to go on to some other friends lets still stay here and hold
More Erotic Fantasies from an older woman Though I am not married, I believe in marriage. I like the word, “husband”. I know this may make some of you smirk. How can someone like me, an avowed feminist, be supportive of marriage? I think I believe in marriage because I believe in happy endings, holding
Night of the Flowered Sheets There is the bed with the sheets thrown back And every time I pass by the bed I am longing, The sweet scent of starch and summer. I could spend the day in those sheets Naked Turning over onto my belly and then up on my back Breathing in the