She had encouraged each of us to spend at least five minutes each day in either the Goddess or Wonder Woman pose.
At the top of the stairs, between the garage and the living room, Jake reached around Mia to hit the button to lower the outside garage door before closing the connecting door to the house. He’d swear to it, that was his single intention.
With a heart and soul bruised from three months of grieving, I was encouraged by my friend to make the trip abroad. Even my sister in her last moments begged me to follow my heart. But I wasn’t ready yet.
Follow Me (work in progress)
Her psychologist had encouraged her participation, seeing it as a way of reclaiming her strength and helping others who’d gone through what she had.
Juliet wanted to be excited for Philip, but she didn’t want the time they spent together to encourage his attentions. They were good friends. She wished he’d remember that.
Mom encouraged me to initiate the dancing on the patio. I looked over my quasi-date to assess his—oh, what was a good word?—capabilities.
“Tammy-Jo Hawthorne, I love you.” He took encouragement from her startled gasp. “I’ve been a stupid idiot for far too long, but I’m ready to change.”
Wasn’t she the one who boasted about sex with no emotional ties? Wasn’t she the one who’d encouraged her to have a fling in the first place?