Martha is quiet for most of Father’s Day. Not sad, not depressed or even particularly nostalgic, just quiet ( Read more... )

Martha Kent has been really and truly drunk only a handful of times in her entire life. She can recall each night, if not clearly, and is grateful that she can count her regrets on no more than two hands ( Read more... )

“I really want to do this, Jonathan ( Read more... )

Old habits die hard, and no one knows this more or better than Martha Kent ( Read more... )

It’s taken Martha Kent four years to start dating again ( Read more... )

Martha feels vaguely the same way she did on Clark’s first day of kindergarten ( Read more... )

In the months that they’ve been together, this is the first time she has gotten home before him. Typically he will spend hours alone with several glasses of wine and just as many opera records until she finally waltzes in, half the night gone. He doesn’t really mind it so much - it would be hypocritical of him to complain, given his own past - ( Read more... )

The red dress or the black dress. It seems she’s always deciding between one or the other. If she had time to go shopping she might try to spice things up, but for now, it’s the red dress or the black dress ( Read more... )

She’s promised to be honest. She’s promised to open up. To let him listen to her. Trouble is, she doesn’t know where to begin ( Read more... )

[ooc: hell_of_heaven used without permission, but with love; clark is presently npc ( Read more... )