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manifesting ideal husbands, dentists, hong kong


A few years ago, when I thought being upset about not yet being married should start in your early twenties, a friend told me that a great exercise would be to ‘manifest’ my destiny and challenge God by making a... Continue Reading →

therapy: the gym and a crush


It's been so long that I'm not sure. Maybe they do it differently these days, and I've been out of the game an age, but . . . there is a strong possibility I have been flirted with. Lemme 'splain.... Continue Reading →

saying goodbye and a bit about why and how i’ve depressed.


"How was it?" Everyone wants to know. "Was it hard to say goodbye?" "What do you miss already? What will you miss?" Well. Every part was the worst part, actually. I was saying 'goodbye' to many things and people I'm... Continue Reading →

Tried a Little Tinderness . . .


"YAAAAAY MY FAVORITE DAY EVER - February 14th!!! I wish this day was 36 hours long!!!!" said no single girl in the history of American Valentine's Day. Which I looked up. This day was started a while ago. It sucked... Continue Reading →

Single Challenge


You may have seen these Facebook "challenges" circulating - people 'daring' each other to celebrate their spouses or their children, then tag other people. It's a subtle way to validate what most people are already doing; posting really cute pictures and adorable... Continue Reading →

RinR: Living the Dream


Highlights of the week: Tomorrow is May the Fourth be with you day and I am having a CRISIS because my Star Wars sweater has some holiday-shenanigans stains on it...I wore it so much at home that I think I... Continue Reading →

time capsule: flirty-two


I've spun around the sun another 365.25 blessed days, and it's time to recognize. Seeing growth in yourself is important. And makes you laugh. I highly recommend. In fact, if you want to comment with your answers to some of these... Continue Reading →

RinR: assessing and accepting the unavoidable


eeeeep. It's coming. My birthday. 32. Thirty TWO. Like, really thirty, now. No going back. I never accidentally say an age starting with twenty anymore. Actually, these days, when asked how old I am, I usually first say "how old... Continue Reading →

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