Strange and often inexplicable things can and do seem to happen when you fall in love. [click to continue…]

While Griselda was busy trying to turn my sow’s ear of an apartment into a silk love nest, Brain and I had a somewhat more serious problem to grapple with. [click to continue…]

As it turns out, the handsome Mr. Breithaupt of Ontario, Canada was born in Johannesburg, South Africa, while his English mother and father were living and working there.  [click to continue…]

When you’ve been emotionally hurt, and hurt badly, your mind will go to extraordinary lengths to keep that from happening to you again.

Nowhere was this truer than in my mind. [click to continue…]

When I say that I finally gave up and allowed myself to admit I was in love with Jon, I’m also saying that in the weeks following his return from England I began experiencing feelings unlike any others I had ever had in my life. [click to continue…]

Jon’s co-op/internship ended and the day arrived for him to take off for England. As had become our custom, we chatted early that morning. I wished him a happy and safe journey, he sent me a warm smiling selfie waving goodbye and I got dressed and went off to work. [click to continue…]

Outvoted two to one, Griselda, my teenage girlish heart, was relegated to a back seat and told, by Brain, to keep quiet while “the grownups” steered us toward what could only be described as a carnal relationship with our new found Canadian poster bear. [click to continue…]

He had a thick chestnut brown beard as soft and luxurious as his body hair, a smile delightful enough to lift the spirits of the dead, and the most spectacular sparkling brown eyes I’d ever seen.

While I would deny it for weeks to come my heart instantly knew what my brain would not permit me to consider: I was looking into the eyes of the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. [click to continue…]

Lord Wessex: How is this to end?
Queen Elizabeth: As stories must when love’s denied: with tears and a journey.—Shakespeare In Love

“Alright Mister, I can’t wait to read the story. Make sure you send it to me.” [click to continue…]