I’ve had many titles, daughter, sister, student, wife, mother, and writer. But the one title that has made the largest impact on my life I keep hidden. I don’t know whether it’s in shame or because on some level I refuse to believe it myself. I am the wife of an alcoholic.
“Sometimes, you have to turn around, give a little smile, throw the match and burn that bridge.”
“Sorry, but it’s not on the menu,” Maia said standing over Alcyone’s shoulder.
“Seven,” Gina counted as she set the table, then remembered.
It was a perfect summer evening in 1782.
Today is a good day. Yesterday, I felt like I was going to die.
I had a dream last night, and you were with me. I was in my wedding dress. You took my hand, and we had a dance, something fathers and daughters do every day at weddings all over the world.
I have often looked at people and wondered, “what makes them so special?”
I was starting to have that “feeling” again. It had come before this in little waves and slow trickles.
