Martika was the first person we told. In her kitchen. The very same kitchen where Madisyn and I had first met. Everything seemed oddly similar to the way it had been on t...read full story
Summer came quickly that year, and our lives had nearly returned to normal by the time of the solstice. Madisyn and I spent as much time as we could outside and made a po...read full story
The dinner was delicious. I had been eating mostly bread and raw vegetables after the disappointing turkey-and-Swiss incident, and this meal of fresh angel-hair pasta wit...read full story
It is easy to go through this fast-paced world feeling as if we are being dragged through our weeks on the back of a wild horse. Many of us move from one thing to another...read full story
We are often lured by the promise of new technology to make our lives easier and help connect us to others. While it does so in many ways, it also presents each of us wit...read full story
We have all heard it countless times before: “To experience true love, we first must love ourselves,” or some such variation. However it is stated, the import...read full story
