The mist starts to form as we stand close to one another. It is a distant fog that rises from the horizon, and I find that I grow fearful as it approaches. It slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around us, fencing us in as if to prevent escape. Like a rolling cloud, it blankets everything, closing, until there is nothing left but the two of us.

Single motherhood is a reality for a lot of women in my age group and the time difficulties in their lives are universal.

It would be like describing colors to someone blind from birth: The words might be understood, but the concept would remain mysterious and private.

After I got shot, you want to know the very first thing that entered my mind? The U.S. Mint. I am coin in the U.S. Army. Now, I have two small holes in me. I'm no longer perfectly culled. Do you want to know the very last thing that entered my mind, You.

I was in love, and the feeling was even more wonderful than I ever imagined it could be.

in all the years we spend together, I never once regretted the fact that I had chosen her and that she had chosen me as well.

It was inevitable for people to try to create a sense of normalcy in a place where nothing was normal. It helped one get through the day, to add predictability to a life that was inherently unpredictable.