Looking back on myself as the ghosted girl, I felt so embarrassed—I just could not for the life of me figure out what I did to turn a man, who on our final date recounted one by one all the ways he liked me, turn cold. I understand now that there was nothing to figure out, as people treat others the way they treat themselves. Thankfully, knowing that, I can finally see how adorable I was, how brave I was for trying to connect with another person despite my own fears and insecurities, and really, just how stinking cute I was!Read More
I accepted last year that I have no chill. None.
For years I wore the mask of chill, perhaps poorly, but I tried because it's what I was told to do—to be slack with expectations, accountability, and boundaries and to call it being understanding. I let friends be flaky, swallowed disappointments whole, and gave time to men who were consistent only in mixed signals.Read More
My last three Januaries have landed as delicately as a bomb. After New Year’s resolution lists, bubbly toasts, and a day spent in the kitchen making hoppin’ John; Father Time and Baby New Year have colluded to reset my clock á la Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. Like clockwork, in each January I’ve lost a job, started a job, and had an excruciatingly slow breakup.Read More