Psychologists tell us that memory can be triggered by sensory input. I like many, accepted that fact without much thought. We can all recall times when some sight, sound, smell or taste would remind us of something from our past. Over a month ago it happened to me but unlike previous occurrences, a whole series of memories were triggered leaving me stunned, shaking, aching in my heart for what had once been but would never be again.
You only turn 23 once and although it's not usually thought of as a "significant" birthday, my girlfriends weren't going to let it go by without celebrating it. With a little help from some friends, it was indeed a birthday to remember.
So much for my plans to spend a relatively quiet New Year's Eve with some close friends. When my slutty cousin Kristen called to ask me if I was interested in having some "fun", I should have known better but then, when have I ever been able to resist her offers? What a way to bring in the new year!
Life can be like a roller-coaster sometimes, full of climbs and drops, sudden turns and gut-wrenching twists. All my life I'd wanted nothing more than to be a teacher and then it seemed all my hopes and dreams were crushed. When an opportunity arose, who could blame me for comprising my principles so long as it led to me doing what I'd always dreamed of - teaching.
When Eleanor challenges Javier to walk the labyrinth he built—blindfolded, bound only by her voice—he enters a maze that’s no longer just hedges and turns, but sentient, seductive, and alive. Guided by her commands and tested by illusions, Javier must surrender more than sight to reach the heart of the maze—and of Eleanor. Mazeheart is a tale of ritual, desire, and the cost of truly being seen.
Waterskiing is about the only sport whee I excel, at least until the Olympics finally include a sex category. Finally my dad, aunt and cousin all went with me and wouldn't you know it... my cousin and I found there's a lot more to do at the state park than waterski!
Thanksgiving has always been a time for our family to get together. Each year we switch off as to who hosts the event and this year it was my dad’s turn. As things turned out, his brothers had more to be thankful for by the time the day was over.
Like every child, I always looked forward to Christmas morning. When I got into my teens the magic seemed to wear off a bit as the dolls and toys gave way to clothes, CDs and the usual teenager gifts. That all changed after I turned sixteen and started having sex with my parties. Ever since then, Christmas mornings have been extra special because now I look forward to my "special" Christmas present from my dad.