The beginning of us, part 6

The plane ride from Columbus, Mississippi, to Springfield, Illinois, took less than two hours. But it was plenty of time to replay that scene hundreds of times in my mind. What had happened? After all of the anticipation of those weeks and months of e-mails, followed...

The beginning of us, part 5

We started talking almost daily, and I was loving this relationship. It was completely safe. We spent long hours on the phone or e-mail, just getting to know each other. He asked me about my day. He made me laugh. It didn’t matter how I looked or what I was...

The beginning of us, part 4

I had my modem set to check my e-mail once an hour. Many times I couldn’t wait though for the computer to wake up from its sleep and the modem to start its screeching. I had put myself OUT there, and I was a nervous wreck. About 24 hours later, I heard that...

The beginning of us, part 3

I had only set up my very first e-mail account a few months before that. I was in the habit of asking people, “Do you have an e-mail address?” just as a novelty back then. I was always happy when someone¬†wanted¬†my e-mail address, but I was especially...

The beginning of us, part 2

Thinking back, I guess it had to be that way. I might not have ever wanted to take a risk if it hadn’t been for that lie. I was 26 and had kind of lost faith in the male species that God had placed on planet Earth. For several years, I had simply gotten into a...