I sign another line. This time, I do not think about the hoops and swirls and dots. I don’t stop to break a stroke. My hand is stable and my eyes are dry. I flip the paper. I sign another line… …It was a long time ago. When I was young, younger than you are […]
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So, here I am again….let my guard down and started to let someone in and they backed out. This time was three months. Sometimes it’s less than that, sometimes it’s a little longer, but not by much. I’m tired. Tired of pretending that it doesn’t matter. That the next Mr. Right Now is around the […]
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Oh, Smart Phone… How you have changed my life. Let me count the ways…. You gave me Siri, the closest thing I have to a boyfriend. Side note for iPhone users: Feeling low? Change the voice of Siri from “American female” to “English male.” Then ask it questions like, “Does this shirt make me […]
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“Whenever I’m interested in something, I know the timing’s off, because I’m always interested in the right thing at the wrong time. I should just be getting interested after I’m not interested any more.” –Andy Warhol We assume Andy is referencing the art process, but this insight rings true in all categories of adult relationships; Friendships, […]
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“You sit at the board and suddenly your heart leaps. Your hand trembles to pick up the piece and move it. But what chess teaches you is that you must sit there calmly and think about whether it’s really a good idea and whether there are other, better ideas.” –Stanley Kubrick. Love with my ex-husband […]
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He asks, “Who wants a shot?” and receives a plethera of positive responses… “Yeah. I guess, Sure.” “MEEE!” “You buying, right? Hell, why not.” Ten minutes pass. He returns with a tray full of red colored shots and declares them “panty droppers.” I cringe and anticipate the overly sweet flavor that will hopefully mask the […]
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Your maturity level will digress. All through out college, I was “the girl with the boyfriend.” Of course I partied. I wasn’t a psychopath. I didn’t sit at home with a Zima and write “Mrs. Future Ex-Husband” five hundred times accompanied by doodles of tiny hearts. I did always tend to go home earlier […]
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