I read an article online earlier this week about women who secretly hope their Mr. Nice Guy husbands would cheat on them so they’d have a reason to seek a divorce because these women are feeling “unfulfilled” in their lives.  What they really need is a “Snap outta it” a la Cher in Moonstruck.    They made this bed.  Deal with it… 0

I’ve been engaged a time or two in my life.  Well, okay, 4 times, but I only have made it to actual marriage once.    The first time was when I was 25.  I was never a princess kind of girl; tiaras and glass slippers never did it for me, but it didn’t take long for the princess wedding monster to rear its lovely head.  The young man who gave me… 0

Time is the problem.  There is not enough time.  I once told someone I needed more time and he gave me thyme in a bottle.  Well, actually it was a small, plastic container, but the song reference is so much more lyrical.  The song also illustrates the time issue well.  "If I could save time in a bottle...If I could make days last forever". … 0

When a person takes a stance on your property with hand on his hip ready to draw his weapon and yelling in such a manner as to let you know he is there and ready to do battle, without provocation, what would your reaction be?  Initially you would probably think, “who is this crazy?”  That would be immediately followed by, “I must protect myself from this… 2

He would come through the drive up at the bank where I was a teller and would smile and flirt with me through the window and intercom.  I grew to look forward to those smiles.  He seemed so genuine and kind hearted.  After a few months he walked in to the bank with flowers and a request to meet away from the bank.  Our courtship was as most start off.  He… 0

"Walk a mile in my shoes" he said.  My initial thought was where I would have liked to put his shoes.  It wasn't that I didn't understand what motivated such a statement; it's that it's a statement that reeks of self pity and sacrifices endured.  I was also surprised he said it to me.  This is a person who has read nearly all my… 0

It was cold.  We were sitting in his car on the Quad at Colby-Sawyer.  He gave me a rose.  That is all I remember really, except that I also felt sick to my stomach. All I could comprehend was that he didn’t want to see me again.  Perhaps he told me why he couldn’t see me again, but my mind had started to reel elsewhere.  It was just like you… 0

Like many spoiled Americans I love my things.  I still mourn for a set of books stolen from me 10 years ago.  I have carted vinyl LPs and a trunk-load of 30 year old love letters from one homestead to another over the years even though I haven’t looked at or listened to any of them in that same 30 year span.  There are several “reality” TV shows… 0

Driving my son to work this morning meant I wasn't able to go out fishing with my S.O. this morning.  There may have been a time in my life where this parental responsibility intruding on my time would have kicked up feelings of irritation and even resentment, but I've come to know that life is just too short for such things.  My experiences over the years… 0

Sometimes you just have to shake your head and wonder if habitual liars will ever realize how they are viewed by those around them.  Fibbing is all about self image, but instead of the desired effect of great prowess and achievement, the offender usually appears to others as a complete idiot who can’t be trusted. We all tell little white lies once in awhile.  Sometimes… 0