The Little Old Lady Who Sat Next to Me
She looked like a nice little old lady. I squeezed into the seat between her and a young girl reading a Japanese bible and looked back to make sure Bryan and Charlie had boarded from the rear. After our mini LA family vacation I was looking forward to a quiet flight,...
The Effect of Betrayal on The Soul
You expect this to be slightly bitter, I suppose. I am, admittedly, a woman betrayed. I am a wife, a mother, a friend. Betrayed. Could I have written a word during the madness of that time, instead of now, when the ugliness is not real to anyone anymore, its presence...
Marriage is Not Making Vows, It’s Keeping Them
Like dominoes I see marriages falling down. Some for more obvious and irrevocable circumstances than others. The shock can be incredible when you see a friend blindsided, their life turned upside down, their kids manipulated, and their home divided. I’m not...