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…
By the time you read this, The Wedding Date and I will be off to Bermuda! I’ve already lost my passport, only to discover that I…
I’ve just stepped out of the shower when The Wedding Date and his youngest arrive for the start of my birthday festivities. When I come downstairs,…
Okay, before we get started with today’s post, a bit of housekeeping. Firstly, I have published a new piece in Skirt Magazine called “What My Preschoolers…
You know how there are some songs that just take you back? I know, I know—I’m still only 26; the real grownups amongst you are going…
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…
We’re in The Wedding Date’s car on our way out of town for the weekend when it suddenly hits me. “Oh my God I forgot to…
Most women, upon finding themselves alone in their boyfriend’s house for the afternoon, would take advantage of the opportunity to snoop. But not me: I’m rearranging…
Step 1: Get drunk—not super drunk but at least marginally tipsy and make sure you have a good excuse. Mine, for example, was the fact that…
We’re lounging on the beach in Dingman’s Ferry covertly sipping wine, sangria and various rum concoctions from our water bottles when my friend suddenly announces that…
The Wedding Date is not an animal person, which is why I thought I was dreaming when he pulled over en route to Hooper’s Island to…
Fear is a powerful motivator. I know this because for the first time in my relationship with The Wedding Date—actually, for the first time in my…