Saturday, August 23, 2014, 7:57 AM
The vibration in my hand alerts me to a message as I unplug my cell phone. I open the screen and see a voicemail from my ex-husband. This can’t be good. I honestly didn’t expect to have a reason to speak to him until Davin’s wedding day in the far off future. There’s also a Facebook message from Dagan, Davin’s best friend stationed in California. Both asked me to call as soon as possible.
The sources did not add up, but together, I knew something happened to my son. (more…)
The sunrays shower upon my face, as Spring’s fragrant undertones swirl through the ponderosa pine scent around me. I breathe it in with deep appreciation and glance over my right arm. The towering hillside across Deer Creek Canyon rises to meet me. This view always takes my breath away. That, and the fact there is nothing but empty space between that pine-filled wall and me. The guardrail doesn’t count, as it would serve as a catapult if I ran into it with my motorcycle.
There’s nothing to worry about and there’s no rush to get there, I remind myself as I turn my focus back to this glorious scenery. I’m protected and so is my macaroni and cheese dish, although my husband, Greg, may not approve of my bungee skills, I trust them. Going to a potluck on the bike is a first, I’m glad I’m not typical. (more…)
“Are you ready?” I tilt my head down to answer, his piercing blue eyes encounter me. What the hell was that?
I nod in confusion. Take in a deep breath, close my eyes, and squeeze Wendy’s hand inside mine. The needle punctures and moves through the clamped top of my navel. I exhale a sigh of relief, “That wasn’t so bad.” Fritz threads the ring, pulls the needle out, and inserts the bead in the center of the gold ring. (more…)
It’s Saturday night, I put my nightgown with the little lavender flowers and my Pooh bear inside, close the lid and fasten the brass latch. My heart feels like it’s going to run away without me.
I grab the plastic handle on my royal blue suitcase and tiptoe to the front door. I slowly turn the knob. The lock releases and tries to tattle on me. No one comes.
I pull the wooden door across the lush green carpet and squeeze behind it to push open the screen door. I back outside without a breath or sound, and close both doors behind me. That was easy.
A “no,” simply “because I said so” won’t stop me. I’ll walk! (more…)
He jumped down from the back of Chad’s truck. I stepped back, and let out a nervous laugh. The pictures hadn’t prepared me. You wouldn’t describe him as beautiful. He was awkward. His bluish-gray gigantic head rested upon his broad shoulders, as his wide-set brown eyes and drooling jowls overshadowed his tiny waist. He resembled a prehistoric beast.
Chad moved from North Carolina to work in our family business, and we agreed to adopt Dink due to the ban in Denver. As an experienced Pit Bull owner, I know they make great family dogs, but he was on a trial basis. I wasn’t sure he’d stay.
It didn’t take long to discover that behind his intimidating physique, there was an endless pool of love. His heart was bigger than his head. He (more…)