I wonder, had this been a relay and not a reboot, if he'd been around to meet you, how he would have felt about this quirky situation of ours?
Countdown to year three
I'm 11 mornings short of three years. Like with most of my traumas, I'm able to talk about it now with time-seasoned detachment. It's a story that happened to someone else - a different version of me. But sometimes the emotions sneak up on me. Like, when I'm approximately 12 mornings short of three years… Continue reading Countdown to year three
Can you tell me how to get…
Clamps one and two were fastened to each nipple from the top; the chain lifted and inserted into her mouth where it was held between clenched teeth. Clamps three and four, also each attached to her nipples, but from the bottom. The chain lay resting against her belly. He hovered over her. A third chain… Continue reading Can you tell me how to get…
In which I win at life
Today would have been my sixth wedding anniversary. Those of you who have been following along know the implications of that sentence. Or, rather, you probably think you know. I barely understand the implications of that sentence. On the drive home last night, I realized that where will come a time (approximately two years from… Continue reading In which I win at life