I like the fact that she cared. The way her face lit up at the slightest hint. I was impatient. She was fierce. Our love was a hot molten mess. And we licked it right off. Ate each other out. Bit off…
Some days are so hectic I have no energy or time left to write my daily column. Living in Spain complicates things because of the time difference with the U.S. ––where I assume, perhaps incorrectly, that most of Medium’s readers live–– and because midnight here comes six hours before it does on the East Coast over there.
If this were a Saturday, I might burn the midnight oil. But it’s Sunday and tomorrow I have to burn the early morning oil ––for which I am thankful–– so I need my ugly sleep. (Most people get beauty sleeps, but mine clearly are not working, so I changed its name.)
Have I mentioned it’s Sunday enough times already?
Here is the article I published on April 10, 2021, which was not a Sunday. Reading it a year later, I didn’t cringe… which means it may actually not be terrible.
The word of the year for 2019 should be “ fear.” Never, in nearly three decades of practicing psychotherapy have I seen such rampant, chronic, and intense fear in the people walking through my office…
The gravel crunching underfoot Morning dew shimmering like diamonds A dove singing to welcome in the new day I slowly take the twisting path Past the flower meadow Taking my time to enjoy the…
We desire good things in different ways. It may be career progression, development of a talent, acquiring a new skill, or improving a relationship. Transforming any desire to reality, involves a…