One hundred thousand people from diverse walks of life, building art, riding bikes together in the desert, surviving dust storms, and there was no war.
I inhaled all the pieces of my story, my internal breath like the wind washing over me, jostling gently out some of the emotional and energetic debris.
Our marriage has always been a safe haven even when the projections were sky-high from both of us, but now it’s mostly a playground of joy and harmony.
Sylvia found out that Darian was no Prince Charming. Darian’s compound had been the only home I had known for the last seven years, almost half my life.
The older couples had already claimed the smaller tubs built for two. I imagined this to be their regular date night and a wise way to keep love alive.