Love or Fear — You Get to Choose Every Time

When I was fifteen years old, one of my friends decided to hate me. I had known her since Kindergarten and we had been close. I’d spent so much time at her house that her family was an extension of my own. Including her pudgy Golden Retriever, Candy-girl, who shared a mutual adoration with me. … Continue reading Love or Fear — You Get to Choose Every Time

Love on Time

Let’s assume you live for 100 years. Kim: Let’s talk love. What does love mean to you, Mr X.? Xavier: Dear Lord, I’m either a really good person to ask about love or really bad. I guess I’m really good to ask because the synapses of my hopelessly romantic mind are always charged; sometimes overloaded … Continue reading Love on Time