Martha loves the autumn, almost more than any other season. She always looks forward to that calm, crisp transitional period in between summer and winter, the two seasons she is the least fond of. She loves the colors the autumn draws out on the farm, loves to watch the changes. It suits her, both emotionally and physically. Fall colors bring out ( Read more... )

Clearly looking at flowers for the wedding was a bad idea. Martha walked out of the shop almost entirely changed, head held high, practically strutting, and still - no flowers had been decided on. Since then, she's spent most of the day at work, terrifying and intriguing her students. Afterward, she spent a short amount of time debating between ( Read more... )

[Set for Monday night.]

It is unanimously determined by all in attendance that the benefit is an overwhelming success. Though it's an evening full of as much tedious small talk as it is drinking and dancing, Martha and her last-minute replacement guest Lionel Luthor still manage to have a wonderful time, and the same seems to go for all of the very ( Read more... )

[backdated to friday.]These days, Martha's been so busy she might have forgotten her own birthday if it had come up. But no matter how busy she gets, she could never forget the birthday of someone close to her ( Read more... )

The thing about conversations is that you have no idea where they will lead ( Read more... )

When it comes to planning a wedding, Martha Kent needs all the help she can get. It's been almost thirty-five years since her last wedding, and she has absolutely no memory of planning it. All she remembers is that things just sort of...came together. But ever since last week when Grace said, "bee-tee-dubs, Mom, make sure your wedding cake is 100% ( Read more... )

It's been almost six hours since Martha and Perry arrived back in Metropolis. In that time, they haven't spoken a word. He's practically living at the office, she's sitting in the living room surrounded by empty wine bottles. Grace has been by, but Martha can't tell her daughter the same things she can tell her best friend. And so she waits ( Read more... )

The last few weeks have been utterly insane. Between the farm, the shelter, the baby, and two men who insist they can take care of themselves (but can't even prepare their own meals), Martha hasn't had a moment's rest. Or an opportunity to cater to her relationship with Lionel, which lately has been buried to far underneath the rest that she's ( Read more... )

It's been a week since the accident and they haven't seen each other. There's tension between them, guilt on his end, and suspicion floating everywhere around them. But Martha cannot let what was a simple but unfortunate accident come between them for much longer ( Read more... )

Martha has agreed to this lunch to please her daughter, and because now, she's concerned about Lionel. "He's lonely, Mom," Grace had told her with her signature pout. "It's so sad ( Read more... )