Love, or a Literary Exercise?

Thank God my data plan now supports unlimited texting. Date #7 and I exchanged 82 messages yesterday. Eighty two! Granted, he was sitting on a plane…

Help! I’m Dating Myself…

He wants to write to me. Like a proper, hand-written letter— envelope and all. Evidently I wasn’t the only one feeling completely mashed up inside after…

“Kissed, and Often, by Someone Who Knows How”

Let’s talk about kissing for a moment, shall we? As you might have noticed by now, I’m hesitant to say too much about my weekend with…

STOP Writing Love Letters

There is a fine line between romance and desperation. I know this not only because I’ve crossed it on more than one occasion but because I…

What My Doodles Might Be Telling Me

Getting back to the Philadelphia Writer’s Conference and my remaining two discoveries (because I’m sure you’ve all been hanging on the edge of your seats, just…