That ache which had threatened–– it’s back.
I feel it in the pit of my stomach and pounding, pounding in my head and...
It’s too soon. Too fast.
In the cab home, I have a passing thought.
A very honest and often comical view into the ins and outs (pun intended) of living and loving as a fiercely independent woman. If you spend any time around me, chances are you'll end up in the stories, so be warned. I change the names to protect the guilty, but I write with a candor that alarms some and charms others.