“She’s Mrs. Dr. Graham,” says my dearest friend, Phoebe. She gets a kick out of the fact that I am wealthy now. She gets a kick out of going shopping with me, too.
Not your ordinary love stories…”Bradley missed the wife he married ten years ago, her prayers and kisses on his way to work, and the sugary smell of her skin that welcomed him home. He told her so.”
I get better with a little help from my friends…Here are a few words to writers who want to improve their craft–as I suspect, we all do. Several learned through critiques.
Dear Reader, A wedding has to be the worst place to meet your true love. But somewhere in between the minister’s prayers, the elated couple standing at the altar reciting their vows and the candlelight flickering all over the sanctuary, a girl’s heart softens. At least mine did on a crisp fall afternoon while witnessing […]
He went by the name of Johnny Boy. Her name is still Shirley. He was a 20-year-old widow, Shirley, the mother of two small children. He enlisted into the Army, she into the Air Force. But neither of them had known the other until one late afternoon in Hawaii. I hope you enjoy Love Letter #4.
Some gals get all giddy about being seen in public with their man. They are like female dogs, protecting their territory by way of optics. “You see me with him. Okay. Step off.” Maya did not have such inclinations. She was a rising star at her job, studying for her Masters, with little time for anything beyond work. And even less time for the man she saw most.
this week’s installment of LeeLee’s Love Letters. In this submission, the writer notices “her” on the fly. He and his boys had been kicking it at the park. Their usual pick-up game had ensued for hours. Thankfully he had showered afterward because he was about to meet the woman who might become his future wife.
Short & Sweet Inspiration #4.
Dear Reader, As you know, I write blog posts about purpose, productivity, and living life with passion. For a season I am sharing short stories about relationships. I’m calling them LeeLee’s love letters. A few revolve around my own historical fiction, and many do not. But all are examples of relationships (for anyone who has […]