Events

Serve’s Up

Round 2! Aleriah got owned in last year’s basketball match so she challenged me to a game of tennis this time around. In this epic match up, it’s Denmark vs. US – and of course we are sporting our nation’s colors. This time, Aleriah’s the one doing all the tough talk, but can she beat […]

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Sweet Skating Break

Part of why I love winter is the crisp cold air that nips the skin and brings chills to your body. It makes you miss that warmth of the fire or the heat of a hug. But add a nice, warm cup of hot chocolate, the delicious hot goodness surges through your core and reignites […]

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Mad Scientist

Imagine immortality. Science says it is not possible. Faith says death is not the finite end to the soul but only to the body. I say the dead won’t stay dead, anymore. I can fix the very thing all mankind fear in the end: Death. I can fix the dead… for a price. Mad? I’m not […]

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M’Lady’s Favor

As I ride past the throne where my Queen is seated, she gets up and gently takes hold of my arm, tying a beautiful silk handkerchief that matches her stunning dress. ‘This token,’ she says to me, ‘is so that I am with you wherever you may go.’ Her love so sweet and tender, no […]

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Shirts vs. Skins

Aleriah challenged me to a game of one on one basketball to see who’s got the most skills (with balls) – wink wink. Please – we all know who’s the king (of balls). To show her she is up against a legend, we’re shooting some hoops and keeping it real with some streetball. You bet […]

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Calling In Sick

It’s called The Epiphany Hangover (TEH) and maybe I called in sick from work to catch up on some snoozing. Of course, my love was amazing and set me up with some warm alphabet soup and a thoughtful assortment of everything I would need to be a lazy bum in bed. My secret? I’m not […]

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Into the Woods

In the air, a sweet, pure smell tickles and excites me. A pleasantry, at first – a hunger, come second. Tasty to imagine what I soon must consume. A need. A terrible need as I follow the scent of innocence. To be taken by me. On Little Red: “Mother said, ‘Straight ahead – Not to […]

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