Anxiety, like fog, has a way of settling in when the future is unclear. For many in our community, uncertainty isn’t just an occasional visitor — it’s a persistent companion.
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Today, I looked at my husband with lust. I haven’t done so in a long time. We were in the pool. He stood in the shallow end with the water at his waist. The sun was on his face and beautiful gray hair. He is so handsome. Nothing had to happen as a result of my feelings, but it was a great treat to re-experience the hunger.
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