A Fetish for the Ages

I two-armed a particularly large batch of items, and as I tossed them into the washing machine you started howling. You were off my lap and head first into the washer before I could react. Over the shoulder you threw item after item, digging deep into the pile of stinkables waiting to be cleaned.

A Moment to Myself

You know I love you more than words. You are my everything, and I orbit around you as does the earth the sun. I love spending almost every moment I can with you. Note that word, “almost…”

A Night Alone

September 16, 2013, was a milestone for Hillary Fine Timmel. That morning was the first time she ever woke up with neither her mother nor her father in the house she knew as home. I had been in Chattanooga the night before and was doing my best to return to her side....

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