That Damn Bermuda Triangle
Well folks, it’s over. No more strolling down the beach hand in hand. No more champagne. No more salsa. No more waltzing-even-though-nobody-else-is-waltzing. No more falling asleep…
Well folks, it’s over. No more strolling down the beach hand in hand. No more champagne. No more salsa. No more waltzing-even-though-nobody-else-is-waltzing. No more falling asleep…
Sunday marked a year since I met The Wedding Date. Today marks a month until we set sail on our first cruise as a couple. To…
Here’s a little known secret about Yours Truly: I live with my parents. I pay rent, and I have my own bathroom, but still: I live…
I’m back at the library and— Ohmigod!— the girl who has just sat down on the computer in the front of me is cruising Match.com! She…