When Love Comes Knocking

Judith McNaught was wrong. If I only knew how wrong she was, I would have stopped reading her books before I met Love. Maybe then I would have really known what not to expect And to see Love as he really was the first time I met him. Love did not have large muscles, long flowing black hair and a Scottish accent. What Love had was a curly hair, wide mouth, large ears, small eyes and teeth gaps. Those romance books and their cursed authors – they...

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Finally, I Write

It’s the 9th day. He has been in the hospital for 9 days now – and still, he’s not getting better. Hematuria is gone. That’s one good thing at least, but the fever, it comes and goes. For a few hours or so, we’d be hopeful that he won’t have a fever again and we’d be able to go home and then the chills will start and his temperature will start climbing. We’ve been through several doctors now. Completed all kinds of laboratory exams, some repeated...

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Off the Bucket List

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