This is not a picture of me at my husband’s first kickball practice.
It may as well have been. Read the rest of this gem…
“Yeah but if you explain to a new date that you’re going through a really hard time right now — like a really hard time right now — she’s either going to run the other way because she knows you’re not in a great mental state to begin a new relationship, or she’s going to cling. Big time.” Read the rest of this gem…
This morning I awoke and stretched languidly in bed. It was likely my only cat-like move for the day — the rest will be stiff and sore, more stick bug than feline, so I made the stretch a good one.
And then I froze.
Dear College Boys Next Door:
It’s been a while since I’ve written you last. The neighborhood has been fresh and calm, abuzz with the sounds and smells of spring.
I’ve been in a weird place lately. Read the rest of this gem…
“So… um… don’t enjoy the game too much.” Justin laughed, but it was the nervous kind — the obvious kind you don’t have to be married for 8 years to hear and know that he’s not really joking.
In high school, I wasn’t exactly what you’d call one of the “popular girls.”
I don’t know. It probably had something to do with my frizzy hair… purple braces… geeky glasses… lack of fashion sense… tendency to blink during photos.
Take your pick. Read the rest of this gem…
It’s finally that time of year.
That time of year when The Cold is (hopefully) officially gone and the world is full of Oz-like color and life feels like it’s worth living again.