Roses, chocolates and exotic trips all have their place I suppose. But I kill every plant that meets my gaze and that just makes me feel shitty about…
A long time ago my boyfriend would bring me a dozen long stem roses on Valentine’s Day. I would proudly put them in a vase for everyone to…
In a world increasingly populated by personal opinion, it’s easy to forget the real meaning of blunt, that it’s actually the opposite of cutting and sharp. By definition,…
I once had a mental breakdown over a set of ramekins. Of course, this isn’t just a story about bakeware, or even my unnatural attachment to inanimate objects.…
I’ve never been a big believer in New Year’s resolutions. Eat less, eat better, exercise more, work harder, relax more . . . yadda yadda. The onset of a new…
This is for all the young ladies out there who are in the early phases of “wifehood” or “shackupness” or whatever. You are in that formative stage where…
I’m laying in bed, mentally gearing myself up for the conversation. I used to worry a lot about how to phrase things correctly, but as this is the…
When we live with a man it takes some time to get used to the not-woman stuff that comes with him. Beard scrapings in the sink, toilet seat…
When I met my husband, I knew very little about him. I ‘d heard that he had “lived.” I didn’t really know what that meant at the time.…
Before I got married, I would hear people refer to “the seven year itch” as if it were some mythical danger to be carefully avoided on pain of…