I want to write about what happened to me but I don’t know where to begin. I start. Stop. Start. Stop. Start. Stop. Over and over again. I wonder is this right? Am I getting it right? And sometimes I wonder if I’m even allowed to say what happened, if that story even belongs to … Continue reading F*CK YOU
Valentine’s Day is a stupid holiday. What’s my biggest beef with this heart-shaped day? The anti-valentine’s-single-girl trope. The whole Valentine’s night-in (or out), with wine, The Notebook, ice-cream, crying, and/or casual sex (not necessarily in that order). And I get it. I’ve played this role–I’ve been this girl. It’s trendy right now to be a sad, sarcastic, … Continue reading February 14.