I open the front door and he comes running. Bright eye-d and happy to see me finally make it home. He instantly begins communicating with me. Asking me in his own way how my day was and welcomes me with love. I plop down on the couch and he instantly runs over to sit beside me. He nestles his head against my arm and begins purring loudly. Yes, I am a single girl, and I have a cat. One cat..no crazy cat lady here. This cat is the most loveable creature that ever walked the Earth. Sometimes I am s...more
Every Valentine’s day, one of my dearest friends, also a music therapist, Darci Fontenot, puts together a list of love songs for her friends to listen to get in the “Lovin’” mood. As the day grew closer this time around, I found myself waiting with excited anticipation of what auditory aphrodisiacs the list would have on it this year. And, I thought it would be a cool way to share the love if I asked other friends about their favorite love songs....more
Red and pink construction paper, a bottle of Elmer’s glue and a shoe box sit on my school desk.
Looking for my scissors I start to fold over the paper because making half a heart on a fold is so much easier than a whole one with lopsided halves.
The night before my Mom had taken me to the store and bought me a box of conversation cards.
They are just little Snoopy and Woodstock, Charlie Brown and Lucy cartoon valentines that I have to fill out from me to you. The catch is not to give a Charlie and Lucy to a boy that you don’t like or he will get the wrong idea....more
It is the day before Valentine's Day, and here I sit thirty years old with no promising suitors even on the horizon. Trust me, I am not loathing in my single status, but as the wedding invitations and birth announcments roll in I have to wonder when it will be my turn, and most importantly...Where exactly do I fit in?
I have many amazing things in my life which include a family who stands behind me and parents who would do absolutely anything for me. I also have the most amazing friends in the world....more
I love men. God knew exactly what he was doing when he created me to be a heterosexual woman. Despite a long run in my life of making epically poor decisions in the men I choose to share my time with; I have no regrets as to the experiences I have had - or the lessons I have learned from such experiences. Being consistent with my desperate need to tame the distracting thoughts in my mind, I have organized men into four different categories when it comes to his performance as a lover. The categories ranging from best to worst are as ...more