One of my big motivations for settling down once upon a time was that I really didn’t do well with rejection.
A lot of people don’t. But I was very sensitive to it. No matter how many other things went well for me, I really had a hard time with the times I was rejected. » Read more
I dated this guy once who had the weirdest habit: He’d spontaneously talk about presents he was going to get me. Aloud. In front of me.
And then time would pass, and he never would give anything to me. Not what he said, not something else.
It would happen over and over again. » Read more
“I kind of want to do something ridiculous for brunch, but I know it’s too much,” I say.
“Like what?” you reply.
“Like pie,” I say.
“Or we could have charcuterie,” you offer.
We have a ton leftover of both. It’s the day after Thanksgiving — and even though it was just the two of us, » Read more
My favorite sound is the sound of your voice. When you talk to me, yes, but also when your attention is turned elsewhere. Your voice is particularly beautiful when you’re telling someone a story. When I’m not expected to eventually answer, I can listen to you in a completely different way, get lost in the peaks and valleys of your prosody. » Read more
As many long-time readers of the blog know, I am always on the lookout for new terms and concepts that people are coming up with in order to describe this strange new world we live in. I find them interesting — and usually the formation of a new term can be telling.
I happened across a new expression today — » Read more
Many years ago, I got divorced. It was an experience that threw me completely off guard. I wasn’t at all prepared for what a divorce would be like.
Frankly, I never thought I would be someone who got divorced. (To be fair, however, I never thought anyone would want to marry me in the first place, » Read more
Kind of a miscellaneous gripe today, folks, but bear with me. I know they’re in vogue and tend to share well on social media (ah, so many writers are the mercy of the algorithm gods), but I generally don’t do a lot of ranty, complaining posts because… I don’t rant a lot in real life? » Read more
The hardest part of missing is you is that moment when I want to text you. That moment when I almost text you. But remember. And stop myself.
Because I know you won’t text me back. There’s no way for us to talk anymore.
I dream about you sometimes. And you talk to me then. » Read more
I’ve been engaged three times. Married twice. I’ve had one broken engagement. One divorce.
And I’ve never had a big traditional, expensive wedding. Nor have I wanted to.
In fact, both times I got married I was on Team Let’s Elope. The first time, elopement was a no-go. I was, however, » Read more
When I was 19 years old, I wound up in an abusive relationship. Kurt was 32 years old. He’d lived in multiple states. This really impressed me at the time. It was only later that I’d find out that he moved around because of legal trouble. And that he’d wound up living in Maine (where I grew up and where I met him) because Kurt had sought out his brother who had built a comfortable life for himself, » Read more