Is The Honeymoon Overrated?

It was a warm evening in Italy last week as Nick, my new husband, and I settled into a table for two at a dreamy intimate outdoor restaurant in the center of Rome. Sitting across from each other illuminated only by the candle on the table and the white dangling lights of the the canopy above us he leaned close to me so I could hear him over the sounds of a nearby street performer playing the accordion.

“Did you remember to set up a future payment on the Chase credit card?”

This was the first night of our honeymoon.

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My Experience as a Crisis Counselor

Last week, I talked to three people planning to commit suicide. In fact, for the last six weeks, every Thursday I spend four hours talking to people all over the country looking for support as they think about ending their lives, struggle with self harm, contemplate leaving abusive relationships or even need a place to stay after running away from home. They reached out to me because I am a Crisis Text Counselors for the Crisis Text Line and with September being National Suicide Prevention month I thought this would be a good opportunity to share my experiences.

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Dishing on a Detox

The city comes alive this time of the year. The trees are full of brightly colored green leaves, flowers begin to blossom filling the streets with their beautiful perfumes and the weather is just getting warm enough to bring out those sandals. Spring is the fresh start we all need after the winter so I decided it was the perfect time for me to make a big change in my life.

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Flash Fiction Challenge 8/28/15

Mercy Williams takes a seat in the back row of the church. Her royal red dress hugs her curves and sticks out amongst the sea of wrinkled khaki pants and flower print dresses. An elderly man sitting in the pew in front of her turns around to greet her.

“Are you here for the bride or the groom?”

“Bride,” she says, it’s the lie she always tells.

The man smiles and nods turning around. No one doubts someone like her; young, beautiful and without a date. Her perfectly curled blonde hair frames her pale skin and delicate features while her oversized black sunglasses cover her icy blue eyes.

This is the thirteenth wedding she has been to this year.

Mercy stomachs the groom’s litany of lies in his vows but at the reception they show their true colors. She will catch his eye and like the others before him he will come to her. Biting her lower lip and looking adoringly into his eyes he will prove if he is worthy of his bride’s love. Five of the twelve men did not pass he test. They need to suffer for treating their new wives with such arrogance and indifference.

She does a public service for these women.

A hush falls over the church as groom takes his place at the alter. Scanning the room, his eyes fall on her and he smiles. She can’t help smiling back knowing tonight she will have a sixth kill.