She wished she could put up a No trespassing sign on her life and keep out the guys who acted like they cared for her but all they wanted was one thing and when she told them that she wanted to wait until she was married, they quickly lost interest. Her friends treated her as … More Better to Wait
This painting of a young woman looking through a telescope is by Pietro Rotari, an Italian painter of the Baroque period. He was born in Verona. His career took him from place and he died in 1762 at the age of 55 in St Petersburg where he had traveled to paint for the Russian court. … More Women Astronomers
He had set the lofty goal of becoming one of the top five wealthiest men in the world and reached it at the age of thirty-five. He bought a castle that once belonged to a Lord. He had a large staff which took care of everything. He had his privacy. He had his own beach … More All of Me
Unlike her friends and almost everyone she knew, she wasn’t plugged into Social Media and had no interest whatsoever of joining her friends and family on Facebook. Befriending people the old fashioned way suited her better. And it was safer to connect to people she could actually see. She didn’t trust anything online—too intrusive and … More Anti Social Media
She couldn’t believe that she was sitting there, watching a western with Kyle, the hottest and most popular guy on campus. It felt surreal. It was that morning when he approached her as she was closing her locker. He smiled his incredible smile as he offered to walk her to class. As they walked down … More The Paper
She sat there, unable to move or speak. Her face was covered, her hands were strapped. She was helpless. People passed by, stopped to gawk at her, remarked on how real the dummy inside the cage looked before walking away. How were they to know that she was a victim of a sick, twisted … More How Were They to Know?
Her eyes went straight to the desk where she expected to see it and there it was. Heart thudding, she walked into the classroom and picking it up, she examined it. It was the same long, plain white envelope with her name written neatly on the front. She got one every Thursday since the beginning … More The Letters