I confess that tonight I am lonely. I am grateful that my mom is still alive, I have a great son and a few good friends. I am blessed in that I have food and shelter, a peaceful home and a sense of wonder and creativity. I do my best to be warm, kind and lighthearted. It makes me happy to create a safe harbour in my home, but tonight, as I check the locks, put away the last dishes from the drying rack and give a quick sweep to the floors, I wish that there was that someone special to put an arm around my shoulders, give me a warm hug and call me sweetheart. This is my private confession.