is an unapologetic, bleeding-heart liberal who writes about everything from politics to private parts. A TV-writer in a former life, her credits include "Big Spender" for Animal Planet,and "A Child Too Many," "Cradle of Conspiracy" & "Deceived By Trust," for Lifetime
Clutching fast to the well-worn sweater, the only
thing she’d had time to grab before rushing Max out the apartment door, Rebecca
shivered against the piercing, cold wind that tore at the thin fabric.
Her friends and family had warned her that caring
for Max alone would be hard, and there were times, like now, when she, too,
wondered if keeping him had been a mistake.
But when she felt the warmth of his body snuggling
against hers, his breathing in rhythm with her own, and the gaze of those
innocent brown eyes, her heart filled and she knew she could not give him
up.They had both been left too many times.
So here she was again, her hand a frozen fist
around the leash, waiting for the giant, Shepherd pup to stop his endless
circling and do his business in the goddamn snow, while reminding herself that
she had put up with a lot worse for love.
I seldom vacuum and I’m woefully behind the dust ball.A perk of being single is it’s my mess.One of my New Year’s resolutions was that I
would keep my kitchen table completely free of crap.I’ve been pretty successful, too, if you
don’t notice the piles of said crap that have now managed to migrate to the
South Side this past week, two people in their 70s were found in their home
buried under mounds of trash.Apparently,
their neighbors began to worry when they hadn’t been seen for three weeks.The couple was hospitalized and both are
expected to recover.You’d think stories
like this would scare me into mending my ways.
I’m not a hoarder.I
just can’t seem to win the crusade against clutter.
But if you think my house is a mess, you should see what’s
going on inside my head..There’s crap in
there that’s been collecting for decades:Old grievances and fears, worries
over what has/hasn’t/may happen, unrealized dreams, and a huge assortment of
other useless data that may only come in handy should I one day go on a TV game
As another birthday approaches, I’ve resolved to finally get
my house in order and to that end I intend to let go of everything that doesn’t
serve my highest good.
And while I’m at it, maybe I should do the windows,
too.It may help me get a clearer view
on the world.
Only moments before, Andrew had been in Times
Square alongside all the other revelers, wearing stupid glasses that read “2014,”
chugging back a beer with his buddies and watching the mirror ball slowly
descend to the shouts of "10… 9… 8 – " and then a sudden vice-like grip on his heart and silence, darkness, a feeling of
falling through a cavernous tunnel that slowly got narrower and narrower, squeezing
him forward now like a tube of toothpaste, the pressure almost unbearable.He wanted to cry out, but could not find the
breath to do so.
A woman’s scream – distant, yet strangely close, as if he were inside the scream itself – sent his heart racing.Strong, large hands cupped his head, gently guiding, until he felt himself slide from the tunnel into a
light of such brightness he had to squeeze his eyes shut against its painful glare.
An explosion of sound greeted him, and then the cries of “It's a boy!” mingling with his own.