But this is his battle, this is his war. This is his generation.
I can’t wait for right now.
Slowly, slowly, me and Goldie.
You are allowed to hate the fifty first dates and only three second ones.
I didn’t think I owned much. After I’d left my apartment in Iowa, giving away my table and chairs, my dresser and couch, I’d moved to Colorado by myself in … Continue reading you let go
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.
I loved Denver – she was just my type. In appearances, the mountains glistened, the city sprawled, the old became new. In personality, there were a thousand places to go, … Continue reading Life out of season
“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