“At last!” I shouted, after I sneaked a peek through the blinds. I wanted to make sure the Gang of Four couldn’t hear me for two reasons. One, if they did, maybe they’d turn around and come back. Two, they might high five each other if they heard my exasperation. But Laurel, Felicity, Mimi and
I had been married to my wife for six years. From day one, everyone went to her aunt Wilma’s house to hang out, grab a drink, play cards and in general just chill out. It was where I could go for a good game of poker, as she was 67 years old and retired. I
I’ve got to hurry. My husband has to be up and dressed for work in fifteen minutes. He’s still sleeping. I’ve shut off his alarm. I pull my hair up and twist it a couple times before putting on the tie, not wanting my hair to tickle him. I step on the wrong spot on
Matt, my husband came home one day and announced that the VP for Marketing was going to open up and he and the two other division chiefs would be up for the position. I was pleased and gave him a big hug, kiss and wished him well. The 3-B corporation, for which Matt works, was
For about perhaps the 20th time I wondered if I was doing the right thing. So ok, we had talked on the phone lots of times, sent each other letters and e- mail, but meeting face to face was different, what if neither of us were what the other expected. I knew the basics about