Torrential downpours had turned most basements in the city into wading pools. My subterranean sleeping quarters met the same fate. Providence saw to it that my collection of intimate items was among the wreckage. Frustration loomed heavy as sleep worked t...
“My condolences. If I can do anything, just ask. You have such a lovely home,” or variations thereof, were the prevailing, soothing comments. At least the funeral was an open-casket wake. Widowed before I’d turned forty, the implications hadn’t yet sunk i...
Life has its ups and downs, especially my life. My name is Jeni. I am a 40 year old mother of two wonderful teenagers. While I don't think I am super gorgeous, but I do know that I look good enough to get a second glance, as I walk down the street. My bod...
