I'm lying in your arms my back nestled snuggly against your chest. The warmth from your body makes me feel sleepy and content. My fingers are laced through yours as we talk of all and nothing. Emotions swimming through my blood making my heart beat faster. I am loved. I am cherished. I am wanted. I am needed. I am yours. I sigh from contentment and then reality as I realize I am alone. I'm lying in your arms although I am 5000 miles from HOME.

He tells me that I am strong. So why do I feel so weak? Why do I want to beg him to change his mind? He doesn't understand that HE gave me strength. I was able to get through anything knowing he was the prize at the bottom of the box. If I were half as strong as he thinks I am My heart wouldn't be breaking. Instead I would be able to see it's for the best. But I have no choice. I have to be strong. He needs me to be strong. Perhaps that is what strength really is. Doing wha...

I've decided since all of my most recent stuff was depressing and sad I would pull something else out of the barrel. This is an untitled piece of fiction that I started working on a couple of years ago and never finished. Perhaps it is time to dust it off and see what I can do with it. My mother gave me a lot of advice over the years; don't talk to underwear, wear clean strangers or something like that. I never listened much. But I'm pretty sure she never mentioned anything about what to ...

I am the last girl child born to the ruler of the spear and the defender of mankind Who lived among the mustangs and the cowboys until she was two. I am the child who played lab technician and bill collector and caught fire flies in jars that still smelled like pickles. I am the girl with freckles and dog ears who loved cinnamon toast and Lawrence Welk. Who stored petrified wood and wheat pennies in her treasure box. Who dreamed of having 10 kids and never thought she would ever have a ...