And then it moves on again, but this conversation is just a fraction more beautiful. Do you truly speak my language? Does this mean something to you, too?
You are allowed to hate the fifty first dates and only three second ones.
How am I supposed to live without you How am I supposed to carry on When all that I’ve been livin’ for is gone Rochelle angrily pounded the space bar, … Continue reading play the game (for “Rochelle”)
We’re tired of the establishment. So let’s make a change, even if that means that we vote for a future a bit further away than January, and a result a bit closer to home than Washington.
Like I told them, I’m really good at being single.
“I can’t leave this,” I tell myself. “I’m too afraid. This isn’t fun, but it’s comfortable. This isn’t right, but at least I know where I’m sleeping and how to get around. I’m afraid to go again. I should stay where it’s safe.”
You’re beautiful. He’ll tell you that.
But always remember – you’re worth it, too.
“You’re a pretty girl,” my date waved me off as I reached for my wallet. “Pretty girls don’t pay for things.” I bristled, mentally calculating how much he had spent … Continue reading Dilemmas of a Frugal Feminist
When I stay still and you all spin around me, a kaleidoscope of conversations and adventures and traditions.
And every once in a while, I meet a stranger that immediately belongs.