A modest little person, with much to be modest about. Some people forgive because they still love and it would hurt too much to let it go. Some people pretend everything is alright. No, actually, we all do. We all pretend everything is alright. Some people lie to avoid hurting others, some people tell the truth to avoid hurting others later.

From Writing to Everyday Rants- Welcome to The things I LOVE- The things I HATE- and everything in between- 18 and over ONLY. It came from a stranger. Initially, I had no reaction. I was walking around during my lunch break and as I was waiting on the sidewalk for my turn to cross the street, a passerby yelled it from a car.

I was in love with you for six years. All these poems are for you and for our love. We saw a future together, you and me. But here I am on my own and you are there. I do not even try and continuing this blog is something I thought I should not be doing. It does not feel right. I will not write here again.

Fear Only That Which You Refuse To Learn. We see what we wish to see! What do you wish to see? October 3, 2012. I have a cigar box on my desk that I have recycled by filling it with various chocolatey treats.

Can We Sustain This? Answers Could Be Found This Way Too! 3 Wishes. What Would They Be? Chilling In A Dream Backyard. Let It All Come Down. Beyond The Hurdles There Is Hope. What Goes Around Comes Around. Look At The Bigger Picture Here.

Most people never learn how to grow from pain, and they never realize they can actually create the relationships they want. Is My Relationship Over? December 28, 2011. Break-ups are never easy, but they happen to virtually every single woman in the world. Yes, you and me included! They were doi.

Yesterday I learned that single ladies own more crazy than can be contained in. Like pregnancy, prevention is the best cure for crazy. Therefore, men, it is. I find birthdays to be the most perplexing of all holidays.

Writing, Chronic Pain and Common Sense. I have finally made sense of the holiday mash-up, well, sense for myself anyway. Halloween is barely over before Thanksgiving decorations go up and Christmas decorations often share shelf space with Thanksgiving left overs before we even carve the turkey. We shop for cranberry sauce, stuffing mix and pumpkin pie while Christmas music assaults our ears way too early. You feel rushed, pressed, anxious.

A peek through the keyhole into the life of a BDSM Dominant. Please excuse Scot from blogging this week. He is trying to write naughty fiction for not just the first time ever, but also under a deadline. As much as he loves Peeker Nation he simply cannot have two Masters at one time. In the interim, please feel free to reread or discover any of the contents of The Archives.