She doesn’t cross the threshold with a cultivated greeting, or polished small talk.  She doesn’t politely cross her legs while perching in an armchair across from me as my other friends do.  She bounces through my door and plops down on the ottoman where my leg is propped. Just close enough to rest her arm…

Of course, a tour bus driver dumped a full load of women at the door of the restaurant where I had been a waitress for the last 6 years.  Of course, both levels of our dining room were already full, with a line out the door.  Just another Friday.  It happened all the time.   I…

Quite by accident I stumbled across her secret.  I sure wasn’t looking for it, and definitely wasn’t expecting it. I really liked her.  The only reason I discovered it was because she had sweetly offered to help me with the beautiful foster children I love. Her warmth turned cold when I handed her the standard…

“Go let go” A simple phrase.  A whisper darted through my mind.  I shook my head to forget it.   Actually, I smirked at the weakness of the thought.  Let go?  No thanks. There isn’t one portion of coding in my DNA that makes that an option for me. I hold on.  I protect.  I achieve. …