8,200 Miles, and Zero in Between
We met when we were eighteen. We went to class together, ate together, studied together, and told each other everything. Back then, we figured it would always be like that,...
Maylina Letters
This Man Is Not Romantic
I am a hopeless romantic. I stop for beautiful sunsets. A certain song can send me straight back to a moment I thought I’d forgotten. I love birthdays, anniversaries, little...
What About Me?
That night, my daughter stood in front of the mirror holding up two outfits. “Mom, which one looks better?” I glanced over and picked one for her right away. :-)...
Love, Passed On
The kettle began to hum. I stood in the kitchen, reaching for a cup as the last of the evening light faded through the window. And for no particular reason,...
The Love He Never Said Out Loud
My dad was never good at saying things. “I love you” was not something I heard growing up. Neither was “I miss you.” He wasn’t much of a hugger, either....
