Weeks had passed since he went to that quiet, peaceful place where he met her. Why hadn't he gone there? Why had he stayed away even though he wanted to be there? Why was he avoiding her? What was he afraid of? Of feeling again? Of living again? Of moving on? Why should he be …
My Father
Ever since I was a child, I used to gaze at my reflection in the pond or in the looking glass and wonder what was wrong with me--why my father didn't love me. He has never shown me any affection. How I longed for a kind word, a tenderness in his manner toward me but …
News of a Wedding/Span #writephoto
Although my gaze was fixed upon the water as it rushed forth as if it were late for an appointment, my heart was otherwise engaged in a very distressing matter--a matter which has placed my very constitution for happiness in grave danger. The whispers of the impending nuptials between George Allerton, my employer and the …
A Model Moment
She stood there watching as the evening unfurled, a solitary figure in a room filled with people from the fashion and business world. She was there by invitation from her friend, a fashion photographer. She felt so out of place. She wasn't used to be around such glamorous people. Several people thought she was a model. …
Notes to Women 