Cynthia Harrison

Novelist

Tag: love

  • Streetcars & Desire

    Al and I had the biggest fight the other day. Everything’s good now, but wow, we travelled the streetcar through every major problem in our marriage, flinging accusations like Stanley and Stella and generally doing all the things that marriage counselors advise against. Like bringing up past transgressions. And we did it in public! I…

  • More Love, More Joy

    More Love: Smokey Robinson & the Miracles I grew up and live in Metro Detroit. The Motor City. Motown. So when I went searching for a new theme for this old blog, Smokey Robinson popped into my head. And he was singing this song. Click for video, read on for powerful lyrics that I feel more…

  • Need You Now

    “It’s a quarter after one, I’m a little drunk, and I need you now.” Music knows. Now that I’m coming off some incredibly disruptive medication, I have been remembering my dreams again. The ones we have at night when we go to sleep. Those dreams. I had it again last night, the dream I’ve have for forty…

  • Please Mister Postman

    I’ve been waiting patiently. Almost missed my BFN’s (best friend neighbor) birthday surprise. But, just in the nick of time, Mr. Postman came through. I live in a tiny town and everyone except me knows him by name. I think it’s Ron. Love my dirt road even though Al refuses to wash my car anymore because I can’t help…

  • Partners?!

    My husband, the notorious Al, does not read my blog, so I feel free to complain about him here. He has FB spies, but they don’t read my blog, either. By the way, thank you for reading. Sharon. and John:) Possibly Micki. This morning when I woke up, it was pitch dark, and I was alone in…