To my Friends Who Are Single Love is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it eludes you. But if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it. Love can make you happy but often it hurts, but loves only special when yo...
Voice from the past It was the kind of voice that you never forget. Deep. Warm. Melodic. Soothing, yet with a hint of laughter hidden in those depths. The kind of voice that sends a pulse racing. And thats exactly the effect it had when I heard it ag...
The Ritual Every Sunday morning is the same. I wake up with a start to find myself buried in my wifes empty pillow. Im almost able to smell her. And my hands ache2) to touch her body. Thats when I remember shes gone. And so, wearily3), I rub the slee...
That Other Woman in My Life After 22 years of marriage, Ive discovered the secret to keeping love and intimacy alive in my relationship with my wife, Peggy：I started dating another woman. Theother womanmy wife was encouraging me to date is my mothe...
My Christmas Miracle For many of us，one Christmas stands out from all the others，the one when the meaning of the day shone clearest．My own truest Christmas began on a rainy spring day in the bleakest year of my life． Recently divorced，I was...
All I Remember When my father spoke to me，he always began the conversation with Have I told you yet today how much I adore you？The expression of love was reciprocated and，in his later years，as his life began to visibly ebb1)，we grew even cl...
A String of Blue Beads Pete Richard was the loneliest man in town on the day Jean Grace opened the door of his shop．It's a small shop which had come down to him from his grandfather．The little front window was strewn with a disarray2) of old－fa...
The 175-dollar Bill I stretched my legs under the living－room desk，picked up a letter and cut it open．It came from Martel's Department Store．I was shocked when I saw the amount we owed them：175 dollars．It was a mistake，of course．Janet...
Hi ,There It was Sunday，Christmas．Our family had spent the holidays in San Francisco with my husband's parents．But in order for us to be back at work on Monday，we found ourselves driving the 400miles back home to Los Angeles on Christmas Day．...
The Wedding Dance The hand that clasps mine is not that of the child I can still remember，but that of the man he has become．From that hand to his face to the smile he beams at me，he is his father in days gone by．We move gracefully across the...
