marriage | Nicole Y. Walters

That Was Then, This Is Now: My Torrid Love Affair With Prince...

Apr 20, 2013 by admin

This was Prince when I was first introduced to him: This was me then: My older sister Monique had come home with her school book covered with his angelic, amorphous face that was neither male nor female, safe nor dangerous, innocent nor jaded, just beautiful and wholly desirable and powerful enough to create sensations within my mind and body that my life’s experience had not yet prepared me for. That was the beginning of what would become a lifelong obsession and quest that has yet to be resolved or figured out. In junior high with my rebellion against my parents and God burning at its hottest, I tried to run away from the suffocation of rules and rules and more rules to Minneapolis to become a Prince girl. I hadn’t quite figured out what...

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Aug 13, 2012 by admin

Fact: Baby seagulls are gray. They are loud, fluffy and, at times, so big and near adult-size that the only thing differentiating them from adults is their color, gray. Sunday morning, at the beginning of a walk talk with my love, we came across two huge ones milling about on the rocks jutting out of the ocean. “Look,” I say, “those are baby seagulls!” “Are you sure?” Marc asks. “They don’t look ‘baby’ to me. I can’t imagine them any bigger.” “Yeah . . . I think so.” Suddenly, looking at their size and not their color, I second guess myself. Maybe I’m wrong about that. “I guess they are pretty big, though.” We continued down the waterfront trail, doing what we always do during our times together, walking and soaking in the sun....

This Teaching Moment Is Presented By . . ....

Oct 10, 2011 by admin

“Tough week for me. 3 presentations = no sleep, much stress. I hate presentations. Got through it though. Very comfortable in many other settings (negotiations, etc). But I realized something. I need to do more presentations!” Marc Walters Around three weeks ago, my husband experienced a malevolent possession of sorts. For nearly a week, instead of his typically calm, cool, and collected self, he was agitated, insecure, and preoccupied to the point of sleeplessness. Given the lack of other distractions in our home, like say . . . children, I was very much caught in the web of madness woven by this stranger who called himself my husband. Marc’s agitation became mine. His insecurity called to mine. His nights spent in worry and not sleep left me also surfing the net at ungodly hours...