Nineteen Years Ago Today…

Nineteen Years Ago Today…

Nineteen years ago today, I put on my new outfit and let my friend Elizabeth curl my hair. My brother had offered to iron the back of my plaid vest and accidentally left an iron mark on the apparently fragile fabric, but it was okay. My matching plaid skirt fit...

What I Really Think About Romance

You don’t have to look far on this blog to realize that I am a hypocrite when it comes to romance. I’ve written extensively about the dangers of letting romance novels, pop music and chick flicks shape our expectations and inform our relationship dynamics....

Surviving the Night Shift

Gonna be a long night. It’s gonna be all right . . . On the night shift. When I first started blogging, I ran across a blog that titled every post with a song title or lyric. I loved it – and was so jealous I hadn’t thought of it first. I...
The most romantic gesture ever.

The most romantic gesture ever.

In my high school Valentine’s Day was quite the floral spectacle. Like adolescent boys everywhere, my classmates knew that buying flowers on that infamous greeting card holiday was mandatory if they hoped for any chance of having a girlfriend on February 15....

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