This time last year, I was miserable. I was living in an apartment I truly hated and I was still…
A Happy Interlude
Unhappiness has (at times) been a big motivator for me. It’s weird, right? But it makes sense. As I look…
Everything is Fuckupable
I used to have some pretty naive and idealistic views about love. I can admit this. Not sure where they…
Unseen Acts of Love
I hate hanging up a wet Gi. Like, HATE. For those of you that don’t know, a Gi is the…
Throw the Fit: Know Thyself
We’ve all seen it, the horribly annoying toddler or youngin in the grocery store screaming bloody murder for what the…
The Safe Places (Part 2): Aly
Two years ago my world turned upside down. I’ve written about this season before, but in the span of a…
Door Number 2: Self-love Required
“Do you want out of this?” He gently asked me this morning. “What?” I asked as I groggily sat…
Wonder Woman loves food
The other morning, when I walked into work, I felt like a superhero. Not in the saving the world kind…
Faking it
I heard my upstairs neighbor faking it recently. Well, not my upstairs neighbor exactly, but the girl he brought home.…
Boiling Water: A Lesson in Love
I learned something fascinating the other morning. My guy and I, in our typical Sunday fashion, began watching his how-to-make…
