Over the years I had received many rings. Gold ones, silver ones, platinum ones, round cut, princess cut, side stones, you name it I had received it. What I never really had was the love behind the meaning of those rings. Don’t get me wrong they men who got these rings loved me and I… Continue reading Indian Giver

And so it began. My grocery list of what I wanted in a man could be checked in tiny boxes on a computer screen as I laid in my bed, eating chips and watching the biggest loser. Smoker – I don’t care, Drinker – well…yea, Job – must have one, Height – there aren’t too… Continue reading Catfish

This is where my subconscious mission started

Three weeks later gingham man proposed. There were no flowers or rose petals, there was no candlelight or movie scene….I believe it was Thanksgiving night and we were sitting in my parents living room when he kept telling me to sit down and be quiet for a second. I refused and finally he yelled “Sit down… Continue reading High Maintenance

In my early years I always had to have a boyfriend. I think from Kindergarten through 6th grade I dated the same boy and when I was at Friendly’s eating my still favorite Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup Sundae with Butter Crunch Ice cream I was approached by one of his friends to tell me he… Continue reading Young Love

Being a giver is not just part of being me or being a woman, it is in every ounce of my heart and soul. I think that is why it is so easily taken advantage of, squashed instead of cultivated and feared instead of embraced. I do not give all I have and throw caution… Continue reading The Giving Tree