Just One Thing

Just One Thing

Each summer, the flowers at the cabin tell me a story. I have a combination that I like, begonias, petunias, some sweet potato vine, and my secret is the Persian shield. It gets to be just the right height to replace the traditional spikes in the middle of the...
Will You Meet His Gaze?

Will You Meet His Gaze?

Last summer, I got random texts from a guy who was convinced I was “Annie.” I would tell him I was not her but he was sure I was pushing him off. Oh, Annie. Their relationship was obviously ongoing, but she didn’t trust him enough to give him her real number. It makes...
My Protector

My Protector

My grandparents lived on Marco Island, off the coast of Florida.  When I was in high school, my grandfather would give me his boat and my friends and I would drive it around the entire island. We would boat through the protected mud flats and across the expanse of the...