The Elected

He Loves Me, He Loves me Not. It was the tenth time he called. Him again, urgently trying to win me with his deep, passionate voice. His desperation knew no bounds. There were letters, Facebook messages, and notes stuck in my door. But the phone stalking had to stop. I sighed, resisting Pavlovian tendencies to … Continue reading The Elected

Humanity, Unwrapped. And Fanta.

It was love at first sight. I was twenty-five, in the heart of Eastern Europe. What began as a “set up” by a mutual friend has blossomed into a lasting love affair. We’ve weathered many storms:  Separation, temptation, disapproving friends  . . .  also diets, cavities and lots of mom guilt. There were days I … Continue reading Humanity, Unwrapped. And Fanta.