Feathers, Football and Forbidden Favorites

Every year, right about now, the same quiet panic sets in. Football is about to take my co-viewer for six months, and the shows we love are piling up. So I do what any reasonable woman would do. I run a campaign.

Someone’s Honey

I was at my brother’s house when I glimpsed the name my sister-in-law had saved him under in her phone. Two small words that undid something I had carried for years.

Head Over Heels

One morning, mildly annoyed and full of attitude, I said a curt goodbye, walked out of the bedroom, and tumbled down the stairs. What happened next is why I love him.

Unchecked Baggage

I have rules about travel, and I keep them. Then I came home worn out.