After all the planning, all the little stress-making-moments, all the details, all the anticipation, her wedding day arrived. Finally. She hung out with her best friends in the last few minutes as the bride-to-be and relishing the almost-there-ness of her long…
The dawn wasn’t as dramatic as I’d hoped for (I love dawn. Always have. Always will.), but the view was nonetheless spectacular. We left our corner of normalcy at o’dark thirty (I think it was 530am, if we’re going to be specific) to catch the 7am ferry across the ocean. Yes, I did say ferry…
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Morning took a long time to arrive. The clouds hung low, blocking out the early rays. Google was, for once, proven wrong. It had told us that sunrise would be early. Bold. Dramatic. It failed. It grew lighter, less dark. She could now count her fingers — her cold fingers — by sight instead of…
It started as another rainy day in the Pacific Northwest. The rain scares me. A lot. Anytime a local finds out I’m gearing up for my first winter in rainyland, a variation of “I hope you survive” is inevitably coming my way. Whether its the well-meaning acquaintance wishing me luck in the coming months or…
Although several years had passed, the park still held tainted memories. She’d stood under the picnic shelter, clutching a carefully penned letter addressed to him. It wasn’t the kind of letter you want to remember, but it held a message that was hard to forget: “I like you, but the timing isn’t right. We’re over.” …
My day started at 3:45am when I almost fell back asleep in the shower. Somethings are just inevitable. I can sleep anywhere at that ridiculous hour; anything can happen at 3:45am. Please note: that was 345am EST. Yes, eastern time. I was on my first airplane by 7:15am and landed in Arizona at 9am local…
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