I did something really stupid before I started writing this post. I went back to see what I had written on this day last year and the year before. I was thinking about going back to my old blog to read the posts from each of the previous years. But I haven't done that yet. … Continue reading Eleven Years Later
I’m not an emotional person. At least, I’ve never considered myself an emotional person. Well, not an overly emotional person. I’ve always prided myself on my ability to control my feelings. When I’m feeling happy, it’s because I allow myself to feel happy. When I’m angry, it’s because I allow myself to be angry… or … Continue reading Moved to Tears
Stop! Before you go any further, you're going to want to go back and read the first part of Taylor's Grief. I promise, this post will make more sense if you do. Taylor awoke to the sight of sunlight streaming through the living room curtains. She could barely open her eyes. They hurt; dry and … Continue reading Taylor’s Grief, Part II
The funeral was over. Most of the people who had gathered afterward had already left. This allowed Taylor Steele to finally get busy cleaning the house. She was done talking to people. She did not want to hear anymore platitudes from well-meaning people expressing condolences. Taylor really did appreciate those people and their thoughts and … Continue reading Taylor’s Grief
I spend a lot of time on the Facebook. Well, more than I used to. I don't consider it an unhealthy amount. But I also don't consider my caffeine intake an unhealthy amount, though I'm well aware of my severe addiction to the stuff. But I noticed a status update from a friend. Apparently she … Continue reading Why Do We Cry?
Title: At First Sight Author: Nicholas Sparks Published: 2005 I hate you, Nicholas Sparks. What is your obsession with making your readers fall in love with the characters you've created and then snatching them away like that? Do you get off on making readers miserable? Do you like it when they cry and get all … Continue reading At First Sight
I believe I've mentioned before that I have some strange dreams on occasion. I can go weeks, even months, without remembering any of the dreams that hit me during the night. But then I can have several consecutive nights when I'll remember those dreams in vivid detail. Last night was one of those nights. I … Continue reading Hitching a Ride with Dad