Tabitha creased her sweater once again and wiped her tears.
She didn’t want him to know she’d been crying. He’d hate that.

Her eyes searched for that familiar face in the crowd that descended from the escalator.
Must be any minute now. She clenched on the barriers that prevented her to rush through the customs and find Carl herself.

Everything you’ve ever read, heard or seen in the movies about long-distance relationships is true: They’re risky, they’re challenging… and they can be the most rewarding time of your life. LDR’s aren’t for everyone, but for many who are forced to decide between maintaining the relationship across the expanse between you and ending it altogether, the choice becomes obvious.

Guilt is defined as “feelings of culpability, especially for imagined offenses or from a sense of inadequacy.” Wow, that’s a mouthful! I prefer my own, much simpler definition of feeling like crap when you couldn’t or didn’t do something that you think should have. Sometimes you feel guilt on your own, other times, someone else is at the root of the feelings, either way, it sucks but it is an inevitable part of life. If anyone tells you that they have never in their life felt guilty, I would have to say they are lying, especially if that person is a mother.

They met in a formal dinner. She was nervous. He was sweet. They both led very busy lives with very demanding careers. He managed to make quite an impression, until he took her to the middle of the floor, and asked her to dance the chicken dance with him. In a black-tie formal event. Utterly shocked, her eyebrows shot up as she asked him, “You’re joking right?”

As some of you have noticed the announcement of May Contest Winner was delayed and for that I sincerely apologize. But here we are now, ready to announce the winner of our monthly contest Show Your Best at The Colors Magazine. The idea of contest is to promote good writing and get more exposure for amazing blogs whose authors participate in the contest. It is amazing how many really talented people write in the blogs, sharing their views, opinions, perspectives with the world. And I am proud that we have created a small community of our own here.

Washington D.C. is one of the best places to go and feel American. The monuments; the history, and the politics all have an American feel to them and help anyone feel like they’re apart of the country’s narrative. Sure, known D.C. attractions like the White House tour, Ford’s Theater, and the Washington Monument all stick out as the prime locations when visiting our national capital, but those are just some of the great things to see and do when visiting Washington D.C. However, when it comes to Washington it’s as much about when you go as where you go.

Annie with the post In Loving Memory was the winner of April edition of The Colors Magazine contest series Show Your Best where bloggers present their best posts from the previous month. It is a great chance to show your writing to a wide range of people, share your opinions and perspectives and get new readers. As per contest’s rules today we are going to make a review of Annie’s blog Ice Maiden.

There isn’t anything that compares to the importance and significance of physical activity, considering the health benefits reaped from exercise and general fitness. Gardening is a wonderful physical activity that provides an easy and enjoyable way to increase your movement. There are other benefits to gardening too, such as the enjoyment you get from the beauty you create.

Someone once said, love does not walk away, people do. I will add, and they take love with them. It is like taking it out of an old box, folding it carefully, packing into a bag and taking it away from you. And you are left with nothing but pain, memories and a great feeling of a loss. A loss of something big. Something important. Something meaningful. Once it is gone, nothing else matters. The world is not the same anymore. You are not the same anymore.

“Alright hun.” Claire asks as we start unloading the car. I could only shrug. My best friend Claire and her boyfriend were helping me sell my stuff at the local car boot sale. It was early Sunday morning and Kieren and I would still be in bed right now, reading the papers and eating breakfast if he hadn’t left me just over a year ago.

It was a really busy place with so many interesting stalls and people. So many people clearing out to make room for the new.

Sometimes we are content with being just okay in life because we do not really know what real happiness means. Because we do not have anything to compare with what we have. We feel good. Right. We even admit we are happy. We do. And we are. Or we think so. But only till the moment when we happen to be really happy. As in overwhelmingly happy. As in fairy tale type happy.

Finally the day has come when I am ready to announce the results of our monthly contest Show Your Best at The Colors Magazine. The idea of contest is to promote good writing and get more exposure for amazing blogs whose authors participate in the contest. It is amazing how many really talented people write in the blogs, sharing their views, opinions, perspectives with the world. And I am proud that we have created a small community of our own here.

Dissed, dumped, kicked to the curb, scorned, spurned, and jilted. Whatever your preference is to describe the concept, if you’ve ever been burned, then you are already acutely aware of how it feels. But what is rejection at its fundamental core but an opportunity to accept your reality as it really is instead of how you prefer it to be?