She's wearing a trimmed down mourning dress, complete with grandmother's pearls.

Her heels are red enough to outshine her vericose veins, reminders of pains she no longer feels.

Her hair is blonde and magnificent, even if it is a wig. Th… Read full post »

It is easy to fall in love.

It is easy to become blind to his faults.

It is easy to become abused and turn the other cheek, to hope that things will get better, to hope that our love will keep the blows from falling next time.

That will never happen. … Read full post »

When we first met, it was beautiful.

He was full of life and love.  I was was full of youth.

I can't say when it all started to end.  Sometime around 40, I think.

It wasn't all his fault. He had fallen in with the wrong crowd.  He had changed, and so… Read full post »