One Month Later
It’s been one month. One month—with enough snow to make anybody suicidal— and somehow I’m still waking up every morning, putting one foot in front of…
It’s been one month. One month—with enough snow to make anybody suicidal— and somehow I’m still waking up every morning, putting one foot in front of…
So I stumbled 40 Days of Dating recently. I don’t know how I missed it—it’s been all over the news and in magazines and supposedly they’re…
I don’t know what’s happened to me. I’ve never been a proper extrovert but there was a time, a long, long time ago now, that I…
I neglected to mention what happened when I called TWD last week to arrange the handoff. “Do you have a couple minutes?” I asked. “I was…
Eventually, I’m going to have to stop posting about TWD. After all, no one is going to date a girl who blogs about her ex-boyfriend every…