The only time I had cabin fever was when I was a child and waiting for a flight that had been delayed for what felt like an indefinite period of time. I was five and my parents were taking us on a vacation to California, which would have been my first time on a plane. We arrived hours early as was common for my parents with anything else, but the ( Read more... )

I don't pretend to misunderstand because choices are what have to be made for lives to be saved. I was never a doctor - I never wanted to be, at that - but I made the sort of decision you have to on a daily basis. You've never forgiven it and I can live with that, but it's changed the way I have to live my life ( Read more... )

Looking into his eyes was like looking into a dusty mirror that needed desperately to be wiped clean. It would be easy to reach out and wipe away the fragments of the years that had locked them into separate realms, to join them once again into the life that had become theirs and no one else's ( Read more... )

She had a feeling that coming here was a bad idea. Going around in circles was never a good thing, and being indecisive was worse. This place wasn’t home any longer, she knew that, but it would always be home in her heart. Mississippi had changed from a place of beautiful memories to a land of devastation at the mercy of nature and its whim ( Read more... )

I was probably the only person in my family that didn't like holiday shopping. But I liked everything that surrounded it. I loved holiday activities with Mama, when she'd make hot chocolate and sing to us around the fire, or when Daddy would come in with the tree and his warm, rich voice telling us to come down and help decorate it ( Read more... )

She had been comfortable with looking back, thinking of what was and what might have been were they different people in different times. It became a ritual for her when the snow began to fall, the way that her thoughts carried on in the same fashion time and again ( Read more... )

Does history repeat itself? It has in my case, and that's always been the way it is. I can't seem to ever get myself past what I used to do and into a new routine of life.

I should blame him, I really should.

It'd be easier than taking accountability for what I'd been doing all along. I know better than this, but...it's some sort of strange ( Read more... )

She knew he’d never forget her, not really. They had a rather ill sort of relationship even in their state of being apart, where one could not go a day without thinking of the other’s lips, caresses, or voice, all of this while longing for more. It was a disgusting cycle, really, if either of them stopped to think about it, but they didn’t because ( Read more... )

I still remember back to when there was an us to talk about. We didn’t talk about us in the collective way other couples did, about one finishing the sentence of the other or knowing what the other was feeling at a given time of the day. Neither one of us bought into that side of things, we were both too cynical and devoted to our respective lines ( Read more... )

My complete opposite is someone I haven’t met at this time. If I knew who they were I’d be cracking some remark about their integrity, something that Greg would probably burst into peals of laughter over. He did favor my Southern wit more than anything, or so he claimed. But I’ve never been the type to have excessive reason to chastise someone ( Read more... )