I hadn’t learned my lesson from last year.
“I forgot about Valentine’s Day,” I confided to my best friend Alex.
We were waiting at the Metro Center for the blue line train that would take us to Capitol Hill. He shook his head and raised his eyebrows, wondering what was wrong with me. … More Saving Valentine’s Day
The painting, ink and watercolor on handmade Japanese paper, spoke to me. Two women, cheek to cheek, share a tender moment. Bold strokes of black ink outline their faces while hues of blue, red, and orange wash over the surface of the canvas, blurring boundaries as one color evanesces into another. The old clock on … More Final Kiss
I pulled the 35-year-old photo from my purse and handed it to her. It was nestled in front of a piece of cardboard inside a plastic sandwich bag. “Ohhh.” She let out a breath as she studied the photo of her in a pink ballgown and my father in his black tuxedo. A single teardrop … More Satin Slippers
