“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.”
Sometimes we get tired. We get so tired that it is hard to find rest. This unfulfilled longing is what I regard as restless. Although you want the rest, and need the rest, the rest is hard to come by. Right now, I am restless. After weeks of other people’s priorities – without complaint—I neededContinue reading “Restless on Sunday and Monday…”
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.