Whether has been in my own relationships, someone close to me, or someone about whom I’ve stories; whether it’s putting a positive or negative, still an unrealistic, spin on the romantic situation; people too often let preconceived notions squander any chance of future connections and romantic growth.
When you love someone from Buffalo, New York, you really have no choice but to develop some good, old-fashioned, chicken wing-type Western New York pride.
Loving a firefighter when you have an anxious mind is a blessing and a curse.
Some late-day exploration of gratitude in the hours before the great-American Thanksgiving had me, yet again, at a loss for words.
Many of the posts on Wife Behind the Fire are great launching pads from which I can develop and convey my opinion and experiences. There was a lot of bitterness and frustration with the lifestyle of a firefighter girlfriend, and that kept me quiet and unable to communicate for a seemingly never-ending period of time. Now that the academy is over, and I have my own experiences, as the partner of one of New York’s Bravest, I want to develop a voice as a woman behind the fire.
I love writing prompts! Here is my response to Finite Creatures: At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?
There were certain obstacles to come that were reminiscent of Sunday’s pain, but there was one saving grace. I found luxurious happiness in the form of Svelta’s Luxe Coffee and Raw Sugar Body Scrub.