Relationships
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When I visit my father’s grave, I leave a stone on it. We’re Jewish. That’s what we do. Just a nondescript piece of rock. Gray, generic and anonymous— aptly symbolizing our relationship.
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“So, tell me, Marina…” Jackie began as she put her work away for the day. “What big plans do you have for Valentine’s Day?” Marina shook her head and sighed. “I no have a the big plans. Is a very sad day for me. Very sad.” “I’m so sorry,” Jackie replied. “Did you have a boyfriend
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Written in the stars in invisible ink that even we can’t see. hearts and arrows traced in the sand then swept away by the ocean’s waves our initials once scratched on a magnolia tree now weathered and blurred despite it all and no matter what, you & me: stuck deep and in love.
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The Daily Post It was fifty years ago today that Candyce and Larry were married. Larry would describe the past half century as lacking. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he’d felt as though he’d missed out on something huge in marrying Candice. Even their twin girls, Constance and Prudence, were unremarkable.
Ergo, the Ogre 