The hurt reminiscent of a break-up claws deep within me; begging for an avenue of escape. Words— which I so often use to break sadness, clear confusion, or portray hope and happiness—feel grossly beyond
“Thank God I’m going to Sweden tonight…” I thought to myself as the rhythmic rotations of my legs propelled me and my mint green bike with the pink basket through the muggy Florida
Author’s note: Full disclosure, I’m not single. I’m in a long term relationship, and have been for some time. We have a house, a car, and a cat.
I have been postponing this post. It is one that has the potential to be highly entertaining, as well as self-incriminating…
But mostly self-incriminating.
A few posts ago, I gave my advice on dating