• Fiction,  flash fiction,  Header Slider

    Sensual Anarchy

    Your love is so cold and clothed.  Your brutal indifference.  I’m bringing needy back.  It’s become such a curse, it’s a shame, to need someone. Why!? We want to be needed but we don’t want to need. Vulnerability is a dirty feeling, like insecurity and failure. No one will admit to disappointment. No one wants their imperfections shown. What a waste! Who will step forward and say, “I need something. I need you. I am confused and helpless at times and you heal me. It’s you! It’s you that I need!” Everyone and their no fucks given. There’s no appeal in that for me.  I have lots of fucks to give.…

  • Balcony,  blog,  Members Only,  Mindset

    It’s Spring and I’m an Electrical Storm

    I am going to show my broken places while sharing how we can carve a new path of self-reliance without shutting opportunities for love and connection. We need to learn to identify who truly deserves our attachment, trust, commitment and loyalty and then give ourselves freely. Not the other way around. We've been giving ourselves freely to those who don't deserve us and then wondering why we are not appreciated, not valued, not loved and protected.

  • Attraction,  blog,  Essay,  Men

    Being "Nice" Doesn’t Get You Sex

    Here’s a secret that Nice Guys don’t seem to understand.  If you read this and you are thinking this is the most obvious post on the planet then you might be either a bad boy or a good guy.  But there are guys who will read this and think, “well yes that makes sense but…”  If there is a “but” at the end of your thought, this post is for you. Being “nice” doesn’t get you sex.  Doing the dishes, buying flowers, taking a woman to dinner, complimenting her dress, buying her jewelry and getting married are also things that do not get you sex. Being “lucky” doesn’t get you…

  • Fiction,  flash fiction

    Peppermint Kisses

    His beard had grown longer and was speckled with grey hairs.  His skin was tan, his arms swollen with muscles from long days working outside.  I got to look in his light blue eyes again.  He looked back at me intently, a smile curling up on his lips. “You’ve been gone so long I thought I’d never hear from you again.” I said. He put his hand on the back of my neck and stared at me. I was determined not to cry but I felt the trembling of my eyes and lips.  I was angry. I was accusing. I wanted to be indifferent. How could I let him come and go like this?…

  • Fiction,  flash fiction

    He Wasn’t Prepared

    He was prepared for everything else, but not for this. He was prepared for hard work, for sacrifice, for long hours. He was prepared to do what’s right, what’s necessary, what no one else would do. He was prepared to go unnoticed, to get the blame, to go without. He was prepared for a fight, for war, for death. He was prepared to ignore the pain, work through the injuries. He was prepared to never understand why. But, he wasn’t prepared for this. He wasn’t prepared for the softness, like a faint perfume stirring him awake. He wasn’t prepared for this racing heart when he heard her voice. He wasn’t…

  • blog,  Essay,  Life Lessons

    Seven Things A Five Year Old Boy Taught Me About Men

    Some of the most valuable lessons I’ve learned about men have come from raising my five year old son. These are the top seven. 1. He’s not going to change. There may be some slight differences, but barring any major trauma, at their core, they are pretty much the same kind of man at 5 that they are going to be at 50. Their experiences shape how they might express or protect themselves. But a thoughtful, quiet boy will probably be a thoughtful, introspective man. And a rowdy boy will likely be a boisterous, energetic man. So if you think you’re going to make him more outgoing, less rowdy, more…

  • Fiction,  flash fiction

    Her Love was Chaotic

    Her love was chaotic. It was unpredictable and desperate.  She loved in a panic: urgently, pleading. She loved him with the intensity of someone who is always saying goodbye.  And as certainly as she knew he’d leave, she knew his leaving would devastate her. Even with this knowledge she couldn’t stop herself from going back for more. She was addicted to him. She tried to consume as much of him as possible without tumbling into the obsessive abyss. She pushed herself to the limits of what she could take of him and what she could suffer from him and always found that she hadn’t gotten enough. She could not be…

  • blog,  Dating Advice,  Essay,  Life Lessons,  Mindset

    All or Nothing!

    So in business there’s the “cost of doing business.” It’s not your standard operating costs, overhead, investments that we consider a loss. It’s investing in ideas that don’t pan out, employees that bail after being trained or clients that quit you. There’s the cost to throwing your hat in the ring when the standard award rate is one in three. You lose all the money, sweat and tears spent on two-thirds of your bids and that’s just your cost of doing business. We shrug and accept it. It’s so obvious that no one will argue it. So what’s the cost of dating? For men there’s the cost of dinner, washing…

  • Fiction,  flash fiction

    Sunrise and Sunset

    He is the grounded earth and I am the fickle sky and on the horizon his green and my blue make the fuzzy grey line where we mix, where we blend, where we are "we" and "us."