By SheelaR

Is it too early to be in-love with some other woman’s husband? It’s too late, I already am. He’s the perfect shade of brown; tall, well-groomed, well-dressed and I’d be willing to bet that he smells devine. Even his socks are perfect. There is nothing more beautiful than a man in a perfect fitting suit. It’s tailored, I can always tell.

It is as though he just stepped off of the pages of a magazine. I’m typing feverishly to avoid the awkward eye contact we keep making. Something in me wishes I were wearing a dress today. I’d give him leg…just because I know he’d look.

It’s funny how our eyes keep finding each other, which results in the both of us looking away quickly. We don’t want anyone to catch us staring at each other. I think we’re both enjoying the view. I can’t get over how his facial hair is perfectly trimmed, as if it has been painted on his beautiful brown face. A part of me wouldn’t mind the side of my face brushing up against his. I closed my eyes briefly to imagine how that would feel.

The old me, would have flirted heavily by now. The new me is learning to respect boundaries, but I am still a hot blooded woman. I enjoy looking at beautiful men. I can’t change what’s deep inside of me, but I’ve learned to control it.

We’ve made our way into the dinning area where breakfast is being served and I’ve managed to maneuver myself into a spot at his table, in the chair directly across from him. I don’t want the staring to end, because it is good for my soul. “Whatever is good for your soul, do that.” I’ve been coy long enough. It is time to strike up a conversation to satisfy this attraction from afar.

If I could… I would say to him… It doesn’t matter where you get your appetite, just as long as you eat at home.

By SheelaR

I recently engage in a rather spirited debate with a group of friends about human feelings and emotions; mostly notably, the feeling of love. We debated the differences between men and women and how they process this feeling. I’m generally of the mindset that there are no restrictions or timeline for falling in love. I believe that love can happen at first site. Although, it may not be reciprocated on both ends, it is entirely possible. Some of us also believe that love can be experienced even before there is a physical meeting. It was at the point in the discussion that the group went from the men versus the women, into an all out war; many sides were taken.

We all have different perceptions about what it takes to fall in love. No two women feel the same way, nor is it the same for every man. The one thing we did agree upon is… We fall in love with the way a person makes us feel, mostly about ourselves. We fall in love when they make use feel safe; when they support our dreams; listen to our problems; when we share mutual interest; when they inspire a feeling of absolute trust; and say all the things we need to hear, when we need to hear it the most. Love is a feel good feeling, and we can all agree on that.

I’d like to hear your love story. Feel free to share it with me and I’ll share it with my readers. “Do all things in love.”

We live in a world where there is a disturbing culture of acceptance of bad behavior from people who are popular or famous. I’m happy that this young woman is finally strong enough to tell us her story of survival. It is not easy to exist openly and happily when you have to share the world with someone who’s abused you. Especially, an abuser who is loved and revered by the masses. It speaks volumes as to what our society is willing to put up with for a little bit of entertainment. Shame on you, society. Thanks for sharing, Dylan!

http://kristof.blogs.nytimes.com/2014/02/01/an-open-letter-from-dylan-farrow/

Death is inevitable for all of us, be it our own or someone that we love. I’m facing that inevitability with someone that I know and love. I’m experiencing all kinds of emotions that I can’t even begin to speak of… Sorrow, anger, guilt and grief.  I’ve been down this road before. It is a painful one, because death by terminal cancer always seem especially cruel. It ravages the the body of the one you love, while you patiently wait for the end. 

By SheelaR

I’ve been trying to learn how to cook. I’ve mastered a few things. I can finally cook pasta al dente. Whew! That took a minute. I’m struggling with meat. Mostly those of a thicker cut. I spent many years as a vegetarian and vegan, so meat is proving to be a challenge. The smell and feel of raw meat is a huge impediment. However, I shall press on. I love rice and pasta, so I’ve been experimenting with dishes that feature them. I prefer brown rice, but it’s harder to cook and not as universal as white rice. I learned that the hard way 🙂 I would love to learn how to make fresh bread. However, the basics come first. As you can see, I’m a carb junkie.

I’ve also learned that you can’t mix some pastas. Learned that the hard way too. Thicker pastas, such as penne, doesn’t cook as fast as rotini. I only know this because I didn’t have enough penne and through some rotini in the pot as a filler. I’ve amassed a collection of recipes that I’d like to try. Most of them are fairly simple and quick to make. I quickly lose my patience with complicated dishes that require a lot of ingredients and time to make, but only because I’m a bit of a perfectionist and I want success quickly.

I made some mini quiches for a ladies lunch and they turned out well. Instead of a crust made with dough, I found recipe that called for hash browns. Everyone raved about them. A hugely proud moment in my life. I could not stop grinning. I’m no domestic diva, but I do aspire to resemble one. We should all have some basic cooking skills and since I absolutely love to eat, learning to cook is necessary. No one will ever confuse or compare me to Martha Stewart, but they’ll be proud of my efforts.