Reigniting The Flame.

Smoke from their private fire crawls in the open window. A flame often extinguished with waves of work, life and young kids, re-ignited by a night of hazy, vulnerable conversation. Intimacy awakened, now thriving in twisted sheets. Passion sparked – a marriage revived.       ****************************************************************************************************************************

What Is Your Glue?

What is the glue, in a solid relationship? That component that, above all, keeps heartstrings attached. And when that glue is starting to lose its stickiness, how do you know whether or not to throw it away, or add a little something to it, to smooth out the paste? I knew someone once, who had a way of…

The little yellow couch

Let me take you back about five or six years to a time of freedom and carefree-ness, a.k.a before kids.  My husband and I had this little yellow couch in our living room.  It was a very small, old, slightly smelly hand me down that I both appreciated and loathed.  My biggest complaint at that time was…