Sister-To-Sister

Fishing For Compliments

Fishing For Compliments

FISHING FOR COMPLIMENTS She knows her own worth. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t bask in the praise from others. She slipped into the dress that always turned heads. When...

Fishing For Compliments

FISHING FOR COMPLIMENTS She knows her own worth. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t bask in the praise from others. She slipped into the dress that always turned heads. When...

Wrap It Like A Sister

Wrap It Like A Sister

I’ve been struggling with how to present the next “Inner-Sister.” So, instead of digging in and working it out, I decided to fall back on my avoidant behavior and write...

Wrap It Like A Sister

I’ve been struggling with how to present the next “Inner-Sister.” So, instead of digging in and working it out, I decided to fall back on my avoidant behavior and write...

Smoke & Mirrors

Smoke & Mirrors

Her smoke-and-mirrors show wasn’t sleight of hand or a trick she played on people. It was simply the only way she knew how to be. Shape-shifting came naturally. She just...

Smoke & Mirrors

Her smoke-and-mirrors show wasn’t sleight of hand or a trick she played on people. It was simply the only way she knew how to be. Shape-shifting came naturally. She just...

The Silent Treatment: A Story Of Origin

The Silent Treatment: A Story Of Origin

I sat alone on my kindergarten schoolyard while Yvette (full name known but withheld to protect the innocent) shared her new Avon, Her Prettiness Secret Tower, castle-shaped rollerball perfume with...

The Silent Treatment: A Story Of Origin

I sat alone on my kindergarten schoolyard while Yvette (full name known but withheld to protect the innocent) shared her new Avon, Her Prettiness Secret Tower, castle-shaped rollerball perfume with...

The Gene Pool: Swim At Your Own Risk

The Gene Pool: Swim At Your Own Risk

He’d kiss her cheek - a quiet, habitual gesture - and then move to the bar to mix their martinis. Vodka, on the rocks, always. He’d carry his glass to...

The Gene Pool: Swim At Your Own Risk

He’d kiss her cheek - a quiet, habitual gesture - and then move to the bar to mix their martinis. Vodka, on the rocks, always. He’d carry his glass to...

She's Got Baggage....

She's Got Baggage....

As far as she knew, no one could tell...

She's Got Baggage....

As far as she knew, no one could tell...