The Other Woman

This is a gorgeous letter. I am taking the time to say it to each and every one of you.
I love you ALL!

My Good Time Stories

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After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, “I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.”

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally
. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. “What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked.

My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. “I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,” I responded. “Just…

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Listen To The Words Coming Out of My Mouth

Words spill out and fall to the floor, breaking the silence, shattering it like the simple  wine glass cast from its spot after a meal gone cold. 

Whole sonnets could dance between the sound of your sigh and our last good laugh, your fond hello, and frantic goodbye. 

Words filled your sports bag and took up more space than the jeans you tossed in, after words crossed like a sword- those tips smarted, grazing soul flesh

And the rain collected in pools around the I’m sorry’s, the I was wrong, and the It Wont Happen Again dewy words tipped and dropped from the burgeoning petals after the spilt wine, and cold wet rain- and knowing eyes softened gazing at exposed skin, just at the nape of the neck- unsure if the cold had passed enough to let the daylight in. 

‘We just don’t know how to talk to each other” 

The last word on the subject served over coffee and warm scones 

“Just shut up and pass the butter”