I Want To Stop Counting But I Don’t Know How
I turned 36, five days ago. All I feel is lost, formless, restless.
I turned 36, five days ago. All I feel is lost, formless, restless.
I was at dinner with three men. And one of them kept telling me, “Shhh! Don’t talk so loudly!”
Writing is not healing. It’s catharsis. What does that portend for the person under the writer?
Empowerment begins with taking responsibility for yourself. If you’re a woman, take charge of your body.
I’m a vain peacock in the most obvious way possible.
I love my hair.
Let me start with this bromance joke that absolutely cracked me up: Do guys in a bromance get each other flower “Dude, here I got you some broses” “Oh man bro, you read my mind I got you some daffodudes” I’m in a bromance. It’s with another woman. No, we…
I don’t really get what the problem with selfies is. I remember a time when people would keep handing their camera over to others and asking them to shoot their pictures. That was really annoying. Selfies put people in charge of their own vanity. Also, vanity. It’s defined as ‘Excessive…
A review of Christine Ambrosius’ “A Pinch of Nutmeg”
I started this year facing up to something I have feared all my life – the word GOODBYE.
My highs & crashes are marked by my being in love. I’m beginning to wonder whether a relationship is worth the tumult. I’m peacefully single on the plateau.