I’ve been married twice. The first time around, my ex-husband and I dated for three years before he proposed to me. At the time, we were sitting in our apartment at the table eating a steak dinner that I’d cooked.
He didn’t kneel down or do anything particularly dramatic. Instead, the proposal came out rather spontaneously. » Read more
I can remember it clearly, the pressure to be right all the time.
Grade school, junior high, high school. It was all the rage. Especially in my group of friends.
I hung out with the “smart” kids. Girls (mostly) who took advanced placement courses, read for fun. Had unusual talents and interests. » Read more
I’ve always envied people who are impervious to criticism, thick-skinned. Tough people. Insults seem to roll off them like water off a duck’s back, as the cliche goes.
The older I’ve gotten, the more I’ve realized that having thick skin isn’t always as effortless as it seems. Sure, some people are more naturally inclined that way. » Read more