Life As I Know It

Many years ago I wrote a piece on a dear friend of mine. At the time her story unraveled with a heartbreaking ending. But if anything remains true from that story is that she is and will continue to be the eternal optimistic… who always, always believes in love. She paced back and forth, looking at the door and back at her watch every few minutes. She was nervous and her hands were sweating. Finally to catch a breath she sits down and lets out a deep sigh. And she closes her eyes. It’s surreal to her how years ago this was the exact same spot she last saw him. Where he promised he loved her and that love was everlasting. The last place before their story crashed and unraveled. She never thought shed be back here again after the way it ended. Years had passed and life and time had taken their toll on their story. One she thought was signed and sealed, shelved on a book case and had become dusty with time. She got up at the sound of the announcer saying the flight had arrived. She l...

Love. I write about it often. I’m no expert in the matter nor do I ever intend to be. I write peoples stories, maybe even sometimes a bit of my understanding or knowledge in the matter. But love isn’t something you can generalize. Its not a one size fits all kind of thing. I guess that’s why you’ll find countless of pieces written about the matter… - “Love. Amour. Amore. Whatever!” She said sighing. “I’m starting to believe love is just a charade, a made up scheme to sell flowers and Godiva chocolate”. - Her friend laughs and says, “No it’s not!” - “I just don’t believe in love anymore. I don’t see how it’ll ever happen.” She says in complete defeat. - Her friend looks at her amused. “Oh, don’t say that. You’ll see, mark my words, you’ll see. It’s when you’ve completely given up that love finds you in the end…” Love is what inspires epic tales, beautiful lyrics, souls to be lost in tales of poetry …and the most bittersweet feeling of human nature. To be in love is a wonder...

The following piece is a story written about a funny conversation a friend of mine had, i chose to write it in first person to add enfasis... enjoy: “I feel his pain” My friend said as we sat on the bench after a long run. “What?” I said puzzled. “I said I feel his pain” “Who’s pain?” “That kids!” She said pointing to the group of boys on the baseball field. “Why?” I asked “No one’s gonna pick him watch” I looked at what she was pointing and sure enough there was a group of kids about to play a game of baseball. Each captain was choosing the players. One by one the kids lined up, till the last one standing was the boy. He looked with hopeful eyes to one captain than the other. Realizing all positions had been filled, he shrugged his shoulders and slowly began the walk to the bench, where he sat slouching down, resting his chin on his hand. “See!” she pointed. “No one picked him. I’m like that kid. Alone and unwanted.” I laughed, “Why is that?” “The first time I met Joe I thought he was...

Why is it that we are built with the desire to be loved? Appreciated for what we are, tolerated for what we are not. And what in us makes us envy those who have found it so that when your friend shows you her drop dead gorgeous ring makes you wonder where your prince detoured? In a film love is portrayed so effortless. I mean, it would be nice to believe that one day I’ll walk into my favorite coffee shop and he will be walking out - as we carelessly spill our coffee and offer a million apologies. Our hands will touch. Our eyes will meet. He will smile, I will gleam. Music will play and our lives will be forever intertwined… … … But life doesn’t happen that way. While talking to a friend who is in her early 30’s, she sighs as I tell her of a mutual friend’s engagement. She looks at me and says “Where is my happy ending?” What do you do when Prince Charming seems to be taking longer to arrive? Do you buy a neon light in the shape of an arrow pointing towards you? Do you wear a t-shirt t...