Forgetful

Fixing breakfast, making sandwiches, writing checks for school while swilling coffee this morning. Like every morning, thinking about when I would accomplish the things that need to be done today. My guy tells me about a dream he had last night, and then about what he was reading this morning and what he was praying... Continue Reading →

Years ago my guy and I used the term ’get lucky’ when talking about having sex. I would tease him, saying that he was only loading the dishwasher in hopes of getting lucky, or tell him what his chances of getting lucky were on a given day. My whole perspective changed when one of those... Continue Reading →

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