How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Elizabeth Barrett Browning I should have realized long ago that only crazy things happen at 11 o’clock at night. For me, I was trying to finagle a queen-sized bed-in-a-box mattress through my front door, as I waited for one of my friends to come by after work and help me …
Click here to go straight to the methods. For those of you who have read my posts all the way back to several years ago, you’ll recall that I wrote about how not to lose yourself when having a crush. My personal belief is that a crush should be fun and harmless. It should provide pleasing moments as you navigate …
In Part 1 of this post, I wrote to Mr. Missed Opportunity 1 and 2, who just didn’t work out. Part of the reason was poor timing; another was personal choices. These last two (and the bonus man) were simply circumstance. And those can be the worst missed opportunities of all. To Mr. Your-Hugs-Are-Awesome-But-My-Friend-Likes-You-Too I’m not even sure if you …
The memories of a missed opportunity rise in our heads at the moment we least expect them. For me, it was while rummaging through my closet this weekend, scrounging for blouses and dresses that I never wore, that I can’t wear, that I will never wear. One missed opportunity after another, I think ruefully, yanking a crisp, custom-cut Pink Floyd …
In the first part of this multi-part series, I reviewed not only what the love languages were; I also showcased my love languages and explained why I think I received the results I did. In this part, I wanted to answer a question that arose due to Dr. Gary Chapman’s own explanation. As explained by Wikipedia: He theorizes that people …
Let’s jump right in–I am fascinated by the concept of love languages. They’re not just applicable to romantic relationships–oh, no. Everyone you know and meet has a set order of preferences to their languages. And if you can be perceptive enough to learn what that order is, you’ve possibly earned the faith of a family member/friend/coworker/mother/brother/child for a long, long …
The last thing I intended to do was restart my blog with a rant over another blog. But when I saw the title of a Vogue.com article shared on Twitter a few weeks ago, my biscuits became quite burned. “How Did I Become the Last Single Person In My Group?” A.k.a., “Mid-30s and Single: Did I Wait too Long to …
We all know that familiar scenario. It’s a normal day like any other. You’re wandering along, minding your business and doing what you know needs to be done. You notice someone nearby. You’ve seen them around every now and then. Maybe you didn’t notice them too much, no more than anyone else. They’re kinda cute. Every few days or so, you …
