I Remember
I remember… the flutter in my stomach walking up to your door, wondering what your reaction would be to see …
I remember… the flutter in my stomach walking up to your door, wondering what your reaction would be to see …
I have met several men over the course of my time here in “The South.” There was one in particular …
Why I was drinking red wine by myself on a Friday night: It’s the freaking weekend, duh. I started a new …
(This is an old post, but never got around to posting it until now – I figured, why not?) Look …
Let me start off by mentioning that I was supposed to have posted this particular post a LONG time ago. …