Recently divorced Anna Waite is learning to appreciate life after first love. This is her coming of middle age story.

He laughs so hard he struggles to catch his breath. Taking a snapshot of the sound, I close it in my memory, like a mental locket ready to open when I need it.

Here are two haikus I recently wrote for my sweetheart.

The way he says friend makes me smile, and warmth spreads in my belly. It fills me like a pecan pie straight from the oven.

Casey stuck her tongue out in concentration, unwilling to take her eyes off the screen. A poke in her ribs had her recoiling from the touch, but she refused to give into Jonas’ distraction tactic.  “Keep your hands to yourself,” she told him.  As her character rounded a sharp corner on the race track, she ...

An immersive poem that questions the choices of love in bliss or in heartache.

Recently divorced Anna Waite is learning to appreciate life after first love. With the support of her best friend Kira and a solid sense of humor, Anna tackles the world of dating. This is her coming-of-middle-age story. THE (NON) DATE WHERE I MOVE A COUCH I often ask myself, how did I get into this ...

A worry pokes the back of my brain, an inescapable anxiety that I wasted my best years on the ex-hole.

Excuse me? I’ve been called a lot of names over the course of my forty years. But the words Christmas hussy have never been uttered.

You made me a believerOut of my sinful soulA devoted believerKnowing only youTruly saved me You became everythingA guardian angelKept me safeFrom a cruel worldUnderneath your wings You made me a believerShowed me what love isWhat true love looked likeAs you became a lightIn my darkest night Never will I forgetHow your loveTouched my heartTouched ...