"Second acts and second chances"
Half an hour later, with a couple of glasses of wine in him and a beer-and-a-half in me, we both loosened up a bit. The two of us had sat at my kitchen table–the dining room table hadn’t been delivered...
"Second acts and second chances"
Dedicated to A. Wherever you are now, I hope life has brought you only joy and love.===I puttered around, unpacking my kitchen, but my mind wasn’t on locating the box with the cast-iron skillet or which cabinet the spices should...
"One last trip through the old house."
I didn’t find Gail there, in the room where our marriage had ended. Oh, it limped along for a little while after that–her desperate pleas to reconcile and the various legal nonsense kept it on life support for months–but there...
"One last trip through the old house."
I used to love our old house. Of course, that was back when it was “our” old house, when there was still an “us” to have a house together. Back before Gail had cheated, back before I’d divorced her, back...
"Fuck. Why did I agree to this?"
Ty and Kylie had a nice kitchen. A nice house, truth be told, but the kitchen really was a standout: stainless steel everything, marble countertops, and an impressive cookware collection hanging on the rack over the island. Great view out...
"Sarah finds love in the unlikeliest of places."
I never expected to be a barfly, but it turned out to be a pretty good life choice.Six-year-old Sarah expected to be a Disney princess. Hell, I looked like one; Snow White, to be specific: black hair, pale complexion, rosy...
"When is my son not my son?"
It was a letter that upended my world. Not one of the “Dear John” variety; that would have been less painful. Nor was it a “We Regret To Inform,” but the sense of loss, while not as acute, was even...
"A veteran adulteress takes a first-timer under her wing."
“You’re going to get caught.” Her voice startled me. I was at the bar getting a drink, doing the usual pre-game for Friday night out with the girls. There were five of us that night; there had been a sixth, but...
"Two strangers meet in a bar, one married and one not."
As a rule, I didn’t mess with married women. Well, the ones wearing their rings, that is, the ones that were obviously married and didn’t even try to hide it. If a woman is in a hotel bar with her...
"A cuck and bull bromance. Now with stagecraft!"
Dee and I showered separately after she finished crying, then ate. Dinner was quiet; not an uncomfortable silence exactly, but a sort of mournful one. My wife knew now how much she’d hurt me, and I knew--or maybe just could...