Writing a lil about a relationship, it is just words, not looking to be corrected nor any advice, writing to express.

Do you find yourself in a shit job? Why are you doing this to yourself? Get out there and find the true you,…

So I met a man online, you won’t believe what he did! Is online dating good after 50? Is it for you?

Feelings of unease, despair. Wanting someone you cannot have. Broken heart. Unrequited feelings. Unable to tell her how you really feel. The hidden words you wish you could say.

“Some breaks are silent, but they change everything.” “I’m learning that betrayal doesn’t just happen in a moment — it lingers in the quiet after.”

So you broke up again and failing relationships never end for you, find out how I approached these situations,…

Some workplace conflicts do not start with a scandal or a major mistake. They start with a clogged toilet, a bad odor, a mop streak, and a coworker who turns a small problem into a personal indictment. One moment you are trying to finish your day. The next, you are defending yourself from a storm you never caused. This story is about how fast a simple maintenance issue can expose the real gaps in communication between men and women in the workplace and how two people can walk through the same room and see two completely different worlds.

To Mr. B I’ll forever annoy ye! Here is to all the repeated text messages I send you. Here is to me blowing up your phone. I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again, my friend.

To My Dear Friend Christina. Whether we’re talking or not, I care about you a lot. I’ll disappear in the night but everything will be alright.

Writing a lil about a relationship, it is just words, not looking to be corrected nor any advice, writing to express.

The Art of an Imperfect Holiday: A Guide to Being Present with Family and the One You Love. That is not a perfect holiday. It is a real one. And it is the only one worth building.

So you have an unstoppable urge to get pregnant, I knew a girl who was so desperate to get pregnant she would,…….

The terrible, horrible, and very stressful Twos! The start of just the beginning of the word "NO." The overnight transformation from a sweet baby to an unhinged toddler who throws, bites, kicks, slaps, and spits drinks into shoes. The jealousy of siblings. This article covers it all!

Today, I'm sharing a deeply personal gift from my wife, Michele D. Davis: a powerful poem titled “The Epitome of a Real Man.” This piece goes beyond simple romance, beautifully defining true character by focusing on enduring values like integrity, keeping one's word, and unwavering loyalty to friends and family. Michele's words are a rare and heartfelt tribute to the kind of man who stands tall, proud, and alone in his commitment to honor. Click to read the full poem and see what she says truly defines a man of honor in "these failing times."

With heartfelt gratitude, I bid you all a sincere farewell. As I pen this last message, I reflect on our shared journey and the connections we've forged. Though our paths may diverge, the memories we've created will forever resonate within my heart.

Today was challenging as I reflected on my interactions with friends. I felt hurt and manipulated, sensing that some of my social circle has been taking advantage of my kindness. The recurring patterns of bullying and disrespect have left me feeling emotionally drained and questioning the authenticity of these relationships.

Hello readers, my name is Jack “Buck” Davis and I will be sharing with you my wife Michele’s poetry that she has written for me. The compilation in it’s entirety is about the love she has shown, taught and given to me. We are so blessed and grateful that our paths crossed for we were both lost souls headed for impending doom and destruction.

It all started a few months into dating one another. That’s when he started to lie and hide things. He started talking to me disrespectfully and driving me closer and closer to madness.

This is a deeply emotional poem. Trigger warning: vague mention of depression, body dismorphia, and an eating disorder

Everyday I wonder more and more if I was made to be loved, will I ever be ok. Will my mind stop deteriorating, will I stop ripping my own heart to pieces? Vomit will cover my bathroom floor