Category Archives: Red Dress Club

Surrender

This piece is Part 2 to this piece. It will make more sense if you read Part 1 first.  Go ahead.  We can wait. Welcome back.  Here is that conversation that was finally had: I was both terrified and excited … Continue reading

Posted in beach love, changes, doing something new, giving in to fate, how i met your father, life changes, life decision, nonfiction, Red Dress Club, together | 10 Comments

acting like children

I knew it would happen.  I did.  I knew I couldn’t live in the same smallish city with him and NEVER run into him. So I knew it was inevitable. But not mandatory. And after almost seven and a half … Continue reading

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Rearview Mirror

This post is completely fiction.  It was written in response to The Red Dress Club’s prompt to write a 26 sentence piece where each sentence starts with the next letter in the alphabet.  I have done my best to write … Continue reading

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Selfish Charity

She was so stinky. I mean, I have had some students who didn’t smell pleasant before, but this girl was so rank everyone had to hold their breath around here. And being pregnant, I often gagged when she came near … Continue reading

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the first time around.

The first time I saw him he was sitting on a stool, sort of leaning his 6′ 4″ hulking football player body forward with his elbows on his knees behind the customer service desk at Family Fare. His hat was … Continue reading

Posted in beach love, doing something new, giving in to fate, how i met your father, i like heavy metal, life changes, life decision, memories from being a dumb college kid, nonfiction, out of my control, Red Dress Club, things we don't talk about | 17 Comments

Yes, It Makes Me Smile

Every day something in this life beats me down. Every day. I have finally sat myself down behind the wheel of my car.  It is 7:54pm.  It is dark out. I close my eyes and let out a sigh from … Continue reading

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a day at the beach

Again, I didn’t belong there. I can’t remember getting on the boat; the first thing I remember is watching two visibly older parents (made older by the events of the past month) watching a boat full of family take what … Continue reading

Posted in beach love, being an adult is really not that great, being free, i can't handle death, life changes, missing a you and a me, nonfiction, out of my control, Red Dress Club, stuff that means stuff, things we don't talk about, we are supposed to remember | 14 Comments