The sun was warm against her skin, and Stacy turned her palms upwards to meet the rays of the sun. Spinning once, her head fell back and a few cool droplets of dew played against her skin. The day was beautiful, still in its morning hours and one of the exact reasons she loved Mississippi as she did. Really, there was nothing like being home ( Read more... )

TrustHe was abrasive, obnoxious, borderlining on annoying, and came on much too strong the first time we met. I remember the quicksilver smile that cuaght my attention and the arrogant wink he tossed my way when he knew he had my attention. It was irritating, but I went on that date with him anyway. And a week later, I moved in and we began five ( Read more... )

Melancholy.I didn't want to go back. I couldn't go back anymore, not after this. While I knew he'd never raise a hand to strike me, this was almost worse. It was worse, coming home to the same arguing day after day, knowing he'd never be able to forgive me for the choice I’d made. What he was refusing to grasp was the reality of my having no other ( Read more... )

My greatest triumph? The easy answer to that would be claiming it as my law degree. And that wouldn't be anything small to snarl at, either, because it isn't something a lot of people are able to do. Sure, you start out basic introduction to law classes with expectations that are set higher for yourself than you ever knew possible, and you think so ( Read more... )

I've always been the black sheep Athiest in my family, so I never believed in any sort of past life regression. It doesn't seem logical, to be honest. Where do people come up with these ideas, that your soul or whatever form of existance and awareness we have existed before? Life doesn't seem to be about that. It's more that we get one chance to do ( Read more... )

It still felt like home, Princeton. At least, at times like these Stacy could delude herself into thinking that either everything was all right or everything would somehow manage to be all right. Shouldering her laptop's case she made quick to cross the street, glancing from side to side out of sheer force of habit. For the time being she was ( Read more... )

Dear James ( Read more... )

It wasn’t even a restaurant, not really. A small hole in the wall surrounded by dismal, collapsing apartment buildings and streets littered with trash and graffiti was hardly a restaurant. It might have been more of one if the food had been acceptable but hours later I could still taste the grease in my mouth and the acidic backwash of poorly made ( Read more... )

Topic 32: Therapists say that the best way to work through unresolved issues is to write a letter and say all the things you need to say to the person you are having conflict with. This can be a letter you decide to send, but more often than not it will be a letter that no one but you will read. We want you to write a letter to someone, anyone, and ( Read more... )