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~But~

Sometimes I am lonely and tired and I miss him. This is my price of admission.

So March is my anniversary month for the blog. I love my blog. I have gotten so much pleasure and satisfaction from it. I love that I have readers in Germany, and Canada, and dozens of other places. I love the comments and the commenters. Sometimes the stories spill from me in an instant, andContinue reading “~March~”

~Nutshell~

I’ve accepted a new position doing case management for a large home health and hospice company. I start in ten days. I’m both happy and terrified. Reporter has gone radio silent. I think he’s shy, but a girl shouldn’t have to work this hard! (Neither should a boy. There should be some mutual pursuit. JustContinue reading “~Nutshell~”

~Proven~

I like having relationships. I like connection, and intimacy, and comfortably “fitting” with another person in some way. This includes my children, my work friends, my sisters, not just romantic relationships. On my OkCupid profile, which really should be rewritten at some point, I say that I “hate” first dates. This is probably an understatement.Continue reading “~Proven~”

~Summary~

~Job interview was good, nerve-wracking. Haven’t heard anything, and I have no gut feeling one way or the other as to whether or not a job offer is forthcoming. ~I am having some wanderlust. I want new places,new things to look at, new people to watch. ~I paid off my car this month. Friday itContinue reading “~Summary~”

~Me~

I have a job interview in the morning. Hospice. It’s a completely new area for me. I’ve been in labor and delivery for almost nine years, and the idea of doing something new is terrifying and exciting. I don’t know if this is something that will work for me, but I am happy to have somethingContinue reading “~Me~”

~#Date~

I had a date. It was nice. I think there will likely be another date. His official blog name is Reporter. I think I scare Reporter a little. I don’t think he’s shy, really, but I do think he’s reserved. He seems open-minded and kind. He thinks I’m interesting and different. (I think I’m aContinue reading “~#Date~”

~Late~

Ten minutes after yesterday’s early morning post, Special Man Friend sent me a text. Come back to bed. I was downstairs on the couch, he was upstairs in my room; he felt so far away. I climbed back into bed, he curled around me, and I had to wonder if he had somehow read my wordsContinue reading “~Late~”

~Early~

It’s six in the morning. I can’t sleep. Special Man Friend is asleep upstairs, in my bed. I feel so far away from him, but I can’t tell him that. He’s got his own demons, and he’s holding them very close to the vest. (What an interesting phrase that is…) I don’t know what toContinue reading “~Early~”

~Prologue~

“I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.Continue reading “~Prologue~”