A letter to H-man – One Year Later

I am indulging in a brief digression from 365 ways to be happy to pay respect to a man that complimented my life in the best way.

2017 Was A Bipolar Year

“The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see–the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it.” ― Katie McGarry It’s early morning on New Years Eve and the house is quiet.

Family of Four

I sat down to write the most difficult letter of my life.

God Bless Best Friends

If I were a Lesbian, I could have married that girl!

My Heart at DEFCON 1

Holy crap… did God just talk to me? Was that my imagination? Who’s there?

Making Sense of Nothing

After that conversation, I found myself looking DEEP into the eyes of every man I met – looking for Rocky.

Letting Go

The sense of him was so strong. I knew in my heart that he was just outside my door.