how we got over
There’s no one thing you can point to, in the end. There isn’t 1 weird trick that fixes temporary apathy in a relationship; that rekindles a connection. I know. I was certain they’d made a pill for that by now....
Read MoreThere’s no one thing you can point to, in the end. There isn’t 1 weird trick that fixes temporary apathy in a relationship; that rekindles a connection. I know. I was certain they’d made a pill for that by now....
Read MoreLast Friday night I leaned across a narrow wooden arm rest and proffered my friend a Coke Zero into which I had poured white rum. I would have normally chosen whiskey, but the circumstances of a crowded theater prevailed. Once...
Read MoreI haven’t been writing very much over the past few months, and STOPWAITNOCOMEBACK I’m...
Read MoreSO. It’s been, what. A month? Yep. A month. A very interesting one, at that. Can I tell you...
Read MoreIt’s raining here. Hold on. Just typing that makes me want to put on some Seventeen...
Read MoreThis cycle marks the first time in over six years that I am not taking oral birth control. This is not in preparation for babies, although that deadline does appear to be approaching rather rapidly. No, this is simply a case of...
Read MoreHow can someone else ever really know you? How can someone else know the fictional lives that play...
Read MoreSomething about December makes me want to wrap a festive string of lights around my torso and huddle under a feather duvet with a handle of whiskey and a bowl of melted cheese, and not get up again until I can walk around the...
Read MoreI’m going to be a bridesmaid next year, you guys. First time ever. Always a bride, never a bridesmaid, was my problem. Until now. I feel so proud and excited. I’m going to be in a wedding party! That’s a rite...
Read MoreI really doubted whether posting about babies right on the heels of Tuesday’s post about babies was a good idea. I don’t wish to alienate you, dear friends. I don’t wish to make you cry in anxiety, or roll...
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