“He loves me. He loves me not.”

by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy

Surrounded by stems and fallen petals, I found myself pulling even more from the bunch in my hand. One at a time. Carefully, singularly, methodically, purposefully. “He loves me.” Drop. “He loves me not.” Toss.

“He loves me.” It wasn’t a childish desire to be loved. It was a statement about my lack; my unloveliness. If I pulled enough petals, still I knew I could not find the one that would magically bring me back to the place where I felt worthy, secure, treasured. Yet I continued to pluck, falling more and more into despair.… read the rest. . .

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You can’t see where you’re going if you’re always looking behind.

by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy

What’s your “Aha!” moment?

Last night I enjoyed a wine and cheese party in anticipation of Hallmark Channel’s “Uncorked”. A cute little story; nothing that would win Oscars if it was a big screen flick, but quite enjoyable nonetheless.

It got me thinking, what is it about these stories that I love so much, that so many Hallmark fans go for, time after time after time. And it dawned on me.

It’s the formula.

The formula of Boy and Girl meet, already spoken for by others. Others have conflict. Others leave. Original Boy and Girl … read the rest. . .

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