So I started thinking about what the Pilot could possibly see in me. I mean, I was cute, yes and funny, God I thought I was funny, but really there were so many hidden scars I wasn’t sure it was fair of me to entertain even seeing him casually without letting him know my story. … Continue reading Scars

Sometime in the next week I heard from the Pilot. He asked if I was interested in going for coffee. Sure, why not. I got myself together and met him at a local spot and we had coffee and dessert, even though I don’t really eat dessert. I would much rather have appetizers again at… Continue reading Dye Job

I felt blank. Ever feel that way? Like all I could think about was HIM and the accident and nothing much else. I had fixed what I could and now I sat on the hand me down couch night after night and just felt blank. I wished desperately that I could think of something else,… Continue reading Tree of Life

I sat on that hand me down couch for quite a few weeks. Not being depressed, but more like decompressing. Things were still not all together back in it’s place, but we were surely getting there. The house had been set up, my daughter had gone back to school, I was working and my older… Continue reading Dreams Are Made Of

A few days after accepting my new job spark guy called. I felt awkward to talk to him being he never made me an offer on the job by him and I didn’t feel like explaining myself. So I let it go to voicemail. A few days later another call. Then I started to feel… Continue reading Talk of the Town