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Like the surprise of a sudden summer shower I am swiftly overtaken by the yearning, tinged with sadness, for that time of youth and love and innocence and passion. It spills over me as Pandora plays a song that sends me back: The dashboard’s radio was the only light as we kissed with unencumbered he...

He holds my hand. A sweet, simple act. Slowly he lifts my hand to his cheek, to his lips, and kisses it ever so softly. I love him He opens doors for me: the car door, the front door, the office door. He is a gentleman and his love shines through the respect he offers. I love him He brings me gifts,...

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http://imagizer.imageshack.us/v2/320x240q90/923/HjRqqU.jpg She lifted the yellow wand to her pink lips and b l e w … The iridescent orb s q u e e z e d out gently and f l e w . Her tinkling laughter filled the soft air just as the bubbles began to POP, disappear. She clapped her hands: resounding j...

Thank you. I was feeling a bit sad because my husband had been on the road for a couple of weeks. I took advantage of the mood and wrote. I haven't written anything in ages. It felt good to write again.

(Let me preface this by saying -- this is not an auto-biography. It's a poem I wrote trying to stay in the rhyming pattern. It took on a life of its own as I wrote.) The five o’clock queue moves hurriedly to the doors; Laughter and determination carries each away. Alone, she slips silently apart fro...

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He wrote, "you're beautiful," in the text message this morning. The same words often glide easily from his lips, and the years of self-imposed doubt fade as I see truth in his eyes. He sees me as no other; his vision takes me to that Enchanted Cottage where lovers view one another with hearts and pa...

That explains me, too, I guess. Born redheaded to a family with half sisters and a half brother. Not officially a stepchild myself, but absolutely the only redhead. Did I ever face persecution!!! That must be why I can't stand for others to be judged (as Eternum put it more eloquently) over things t...

I found the t-shirt in the dirty clothes. The tag read Hanes, but the black Sharpie rendering on the front featured the word “GAY” written inside a circle with a slash through it. I was mortified. I asked my teenage son why he had made the shirt. He was mad, he said. The vice principal at his school...

I read this yesterday and it haunted me ... so today I returned to it to comment. The sense of smell is a powerful sense for me. So many memories are linked to scents. For instance, the smell of Earl Gray takes me to my mother in her final years, seeing her sitting with a cup of tea. The smell of Ar...

I agree, the flow of this was easy and a pleasure to read. The ability to look in one's own mirror, to look within, is not always an easy task, but is well worth the journey. Introspection is our path to recognizing the changes we must make in ourselves -- our only true power. And if we can look at ...

Thanks, all. And, yes, I'm the eternal romantic.

Our greatest hope, our greatest gift!

The incandescent butterflies that soared in my belly have gone; yet a glimpse of his tender smile resonates in my heart. His arms, once exciting in their strangeness, have become a tender comfort like a favorite quilt on a cold, wintry day. They are my sanctuary. His scent may no longer intoxicate, ...