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Dear Claire
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Getting down with the sickness
This cold is appalling.
I have always been prone to colds. Bad ones. Things really took off about 7 years ago, the first summer I got my sweet, sweet motorcycle:
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Conversations with my husband
A few snippets of recent conversations with my husband:
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We're driving back from visiting my parents' place. Droo pulls out a paperback - part of a series I've been reading aloud to him when we take long trips:
Droo: "You're going to read some of the book to me on the drive home. You know how I know?"
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Flirt
Wednesday night, a man flirted with me. A man who wasn't Droo ( Read more... ) -
Crushed
In less than a year, I have managed to crush my wedding ring. (Our marriage, thankfully, appears significantly stronger.)
Technically it has lasted a little more than a year, since it's also my engagement ring. It first graced my finger on Easter 2009, when Droo asked, in a trembling, laughing voice, if I would marry him.
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Evolution
It is the first night in a decade that I've not spent Christmas Eve keeping vigil.
For the first time in ten years, I am not stretched out on the living room couch at my parents' home in the country as the fire slowly dies, watching the moonlight roll across the frozen creek in the ravine. It looks like a white highway, meandering through the ( Read more... ) -
Ghost
Have you ever met someone and felt like you already know them? Or maybe not that specific --not like you've already met-- but feel a sense of familiarity, maybe even affection. Like you want to be in their company even though you don't know them yet.
There's a dessert shop I go to with Cheddar and LeeBee whenever we're planning a girly-catch-up-get- ( Read more... ) -
wordstorm
I have a diary I’ve never written in.
It’s beautiful. Dark red binding, the word "Desire" in gold sprawled lazily across the front. Inside, it has sketches of lovers tied with ropes of fire and angel wings, snippets of literotica. A thousand years ago, a Chinese woman wrote inside "my thighs are weak and trembling from a night of cloud dancing ", ( Read more... )