Sitting around and waiting for your muse is not the best choice.

He is a man, and he is afraid. This is not a good combination.

If she wasn't careful, she'd slide without a ripple into the gently flowing stream of her old life, pulled back under the current without a wimper of protest. Another housewife lost in the flow.

You couldn't give up you for them. But what if you wanted them more than you wanted a singular powerful you?

Sometimes being a good friend means saying nothing.

And no one drank just one shot of tequila.

Sometimes holding on was all you could do.