Tell me something wonderful!

My aunt and grandmotherOne of my earliest memories of my aunt was when I was three or four years old. She would tell me stories about a fairy named Matilda that lived in a thimble under her bed. She would talk in a high child like voice as she explained that she would feed Matilda strawberries and cream every morning and they would drink tea from little tiny tea cups and have all kinds of adventures. I believed these stories and thought they were wonderful.  Every night before I went to bed I began to imagine stories about Matilda and later my own stories about a fairy kingdom that I, along with Mr. Dog, my beloved stuffed animal, ruled over.  My own imaginary world, which helped me to fall asleep every night as a child, began with my aunt’s Matilda stories.  Continue reading

Boy Colored Glasses

Sitting in a coffee shop this morning I was surprised by the number of cute, sexy men who came in. Some alone, some with other guys and some with women. Texting my partner as I sipped my coffee I told him that there were a lot of cute suburban guys in the coffee shop this morning. It was difficult not to stare. It seemed like the men were cuter then the women. Maybe it is my perspective, I texted. His reply, “You are seeing the world through boy colored glasses.” I guess am.

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Klondike Bars and Holding Hands

When is a life too busy? Both my boyfriend and I have extremely busy lives. I have an executive level job which has me put in long days and I also serve on the board of a non-profit LGBT medical center, along with other volunteer work. He works by day as a web developer and by nights and weekends as a voice teacher. Usually he teaches three evening a week plus Saturday. All this leaves us very little time to be with each other.

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Guilt or Why Do I Feel Bad? – Part 1

Why does disagreement with my wife cause me such stress? Back in June I planned a weekend at a friends house in Rehoboth, Delaware with my boyfriend. Last week my wife asked me if I would fly to Albany, NY next Friday to drive home my with my son, after his summer job as a camp counselor ends on Saturday. She feels that he will be too exhausted from the end of camp and should not drive home by himself. Continue reading