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APRIL 15, 2026

 

Lying in the middle of my bed at night, and waking up still in the same spot, is a feat I never thought I could accomplish. Not wanting to get up this morning, I stared into my closet, eyeing exactly what I was going to wear today. After a preemptive strike against the emails building in my inbox, I made my way to the shower, eager to adorn a new favorite. And thus my day began.

The battle of me versus my space has been a long-fought one. Wearing mostly black (my favorite color), reminds me of the vastness of a universe beyond what we know, yet also brings to mind the experience of looking into dark depths, and finding nothing of substance. Or is that just my perception?

When Galileo discovered the earth was not the center of the universe, it threw the entire church system into a chaotic spin. You would think beliefs have changed vastly since then. In some respects, yes. Yet many people can find themselves still holding fast to an idea until holding the grasp takes more energy than it does to accept the truth. 

I have spent the past several days intentionally focusing on how to de-center men. The idea of an male-centric planet seems absurd from a modern standpoint. Yet in this day and time, after everything we’ve learned about the world we live in and beyond, most of the human population still centers half of the human species, and expects the other half to revolve around it. This happens all the time, sometimes without us even realizing it. Anybody who disagrees with the thought that men should rule over all of creation almost always receives some level of push-back. Even the mere mention of de-centering men to a Christian friend recently led her to ask this question: “Are you in therapy?” You can see where this conversation was trying to get steered. Therapy is for the purpose of liberation, not compliance, and I am no longer interested in complying with the unspoken rules of the world in which I live.

Let’s dive into a short story of love and romance, shall we? In “Just For Her,” the focus is on a relationship that falls outside the expected norm, yet remains equally valid and worthy of notice. And no matter how your day began today, whether from the center of your bed or on its edge, everything is going to be okay. ⚢ 

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JUST FOR HER

 

She was like a dream come true. Her chestnut brown hair bobbed lightly about her face. The dimples from her smile were barely hidden from sight.

“Close your eyes. I have something for you.” I held out my cupped hands in front of her on the table between us. My palms suddenly felt cold where the object landed. I slowly opened my eyes.

“I found this at the beach today. It made me think of you.” The rainbow swirls shimmered in the dim overhead light of the Italian restaurant. Mid-century crooners lit up the airwaves, as did the clinking of wine glasses from the kitchen and the burgundy velvet booths lining the perimeter.

 I smiled, staring at the string of pearls before me. “This is beautiful!” I pulled back the clasp, and reached behind my neck to put it on. 

“Here, let me do it.” She took it from my hands, and I crawled into the seat next to her. I instantly felt the warmth from where she sat. The scent of Moroccan rose in her hair was intoxicating. I breathed in deep, absorbing the beauty of the moment. I turned away from her, and sat up straight. I closed my eyes, and felt the cool metal glide over the skin of my throat. Her fingernails lightly grazed my neck, giving me goosebumps all over. She held my broad shoulders, and kissed me on the side of my neck. “Do you like it?”

I reached up, and felt the individual beads, counting each one, as though reciting a rosary prayer. “I’ve always wanted one of these. Where did you come across this?”

“It had washed up onto a rock. A starfish had gotten tangled up with it. One of its limbs was so tightly wound up in the necklace, I was afraid it was going to die. Or at least lose one of its arms. It was glued to that rock like it was their life. Luckily, I freed the necklace from its grasp, and left it alone to heal.” She touched one of the pearls as they hung from my neck. “And now, they’re all yours.”

My heart soared and I smiled, kissing her cherry-red lips, the taste of Merlot still in her mouth. “You have such a big heart! I love you so much!”

“Would you ladies care for dessert?” The handsome waiter collected our plates, as we took one last sip of our wine.

We looked at each other, and reaching for each other’s hands, I spoke up first.

“I think we’ll take a raincheck.” 

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