Kenn Bivins

Blessed is the woman who has never had anything to love. She can never know the heartbreak that comes with losing it.

Neither super strength, nor telepathy, nor flight, nor telekinesis, nor any aberrant ability will ever be as great as the innate ability that a woman has when she is able to control her own mind.

A wedding is allegedly one of the most wondrous experiences in a woman__ life. All attending her presence are to make the occasion completely about her. Her beauty in that sliver of time is to be suspended in eternity so that ten years, thirty pounds and two kids later, she may sigh at the princess she once was.

Secrets. Everyone has them. The light of day and truth reveal some secrets to be nagging obsessions or habits, while other secrets may be as incriminating as a literal decaying skeleton in one__ closet.

While the differences between love and hate can be blurred and difficult to decipher at times, the dichotomy of denial and acceptance are much more distinct. One is halting and aggressively rejects all truth, while the other is more passive and at peace _ welcoming whatever truth is in waiting, whether fortunate or tragic.