My intro to Romance; the Best Secret Admirer Story Ever

Somewhere between ages of 12 and 14, I got a hefty dose of confidence. I became bold, vocal, boisterous and brazen. Particularly with boys. Which was very ironic, because that was the height of my self-loathing. I do think, under some light psychiatric counseling, I could find out what triggered this sense of false bravado;… Continue reading My intro to Romance; the Best Secret Admirer Story Ever

It wasn’t confidence my dear daughter, it was fear.

My beauty queen (not really but she could be) Ruby, is amazing. Smart, dynamic, funny. Talented. And ridiculously beautiful. What makes her even more beautiful is she doesn’t know how beautiful she is (that is a photo of her cruising the streets of Nicaragua last summer…stunning). This 6’0 tanned, green-eyed, golden-haired goddess, with skin like… Continue reading It wasn’t confidence my dear daughter, it was fear.