“Don’t worry,” you say. “I’ll take care of it.”
I’m sick. Suffering from a hemiplegic migraine. The left side of my body has betrayed me once again by putting out its own lights. I knew I was in trouble the moment that the aura started. I did my best to close my eyes and relax. » Read more
So much has been made of tall, dark, and handsome. Or of having a certain ratio of measurements. But that’s not what makes my chest ache.
Instead, I find am a sucker for people who are passionate about learning new things. About random knowledge. People who not only absorb trivia or focus on minutiae — » Read more
FOMO: (noun) Fear of Missing Out. Anxiety that an exciting or interesting event may currently be happening elsewhere, often aroused by posts seen on a social media website.
JOMO: (noun) Joy of Missing Out. Feeling of contentment due to staying in and disconnecting, can be considered an act of self-care
Comparison. » Read more
Several years back, I woke up one morning feeling like my life was all wrong for me. It was a bit like I’d gone to sleep one size and woken up the next day having gained countless pounds but still wearing the same clothing I’d worn to bed.
It was my clothes (and my life), » Read more
Can you learn to be polyamorous? the reader asks.
Yes, you can.
Well, sort of.
Because so much of the work I did in my early days as a polyamorous person wasn’t about learning polyamory but about unlearning what I’d been taught about relationships. » Read more
The trouble with falling out with a friend is you never expect it.
Or at least I never have.
With romantic breakups, there have often been warning signs — subtle and less than subtle — foretelling the demise of a relationship. Symptoms that something was in trouble. That one or both of us was unhappy. » Read more
I knew I was in trouble the first time you held me. I felt like I was four years old again then and that my father was carrying me up the stairs because I’d fallen asleep on the couch.
You felt solid in a way that nothing had. Not for years.
I knew then that nothing would feel the same after you. » Read more
I’ve always been someone who posts positive things about partners on social media. Always.
I post positive things when things are going well. I post positive things when they’re not.
It’s a funny thing because when you’re a relationship writer, people expect you to let it all hang out. For you to have no boundaries about what you say. » Read more
Money has nothing to do with true love. At least that’s what I was raised to believe, that if you really loved someone it wouldn’t matter how much (or how little) money they had.
Nothing would matter but your love for one another.
You fell in love with the person, not the pocketbook. » Read more
As much as I strive to live in the moment, I’ve always been someone who rehearses things.
When I’m about to have an important conversation, I will often find myself imagining how it’s going to go. Sometimes this involves actually playing out the hypothetical talk. Acting out both sides clumsily like a person playing a board game against themselves. » Read more