Eight years ago this week I broke up with my best friend of twenty-five years. It had to be done. She had been verbally abusive
It’s a feeling about a fantasy scenario. It’s a big feeling, an intense feeling, and it’s about a nonexistent situation.
Instead of, “Hey, this is nice. How lovely,” the heart screams, “Let’s think about how awful it will feel if this ends.”
I didn’t hear from the gentleman again after the lovely drink we had together last Friday. It gave me the opportunity to face some personal
I went on my first Tinder date tonight. I signed up on Saturday. Today is Monday. I also have a date lined up for tomorrow.