I’m me, You’re you Can we still be? With yours that’s yours, a clashing array of lines that used to intersect with mine that’s mine— I’m me. You’re you. Our lines now parallel or even farther, no longer intersect in that delicious laughter and hyperbolic spontaneity. So we continue, Me You No longer we. Advertisements
Disclaimer: By an auntie-ji who knows nothing, except she did get married in her thirties so that may count for something, but in truth she knows nothing… When signing up for on-line dating sites, use the ones that you pay for to subscribe. Why you ask? I’m single income here, ain’t nobody got money to waste … More How to Get Married in Your Thirties?
By your side, I am a marble pillar– powerfully patient calm cool collected. Your soothing energy my protective vapor that I carry every where I go. I surf the waves that try to pull me to the ocean floor– you are my surfboard. Your silent humor smoothes the sharp edges of life. It’s hard to … More We
Yesterday I went to a Chat and Chew, where a question arose in our all female discussion: “What do you do to spice up your relationship? This question hit me hard like a punch to my gut. I waited to respond–not my style at all–to allow my feelings to settle. What do I do to … More Why We All Need a Little Show called The Bachelor
Guest Blog Posted by: M. Wilson-Alexander Everyone loves a chocolate chip cookie. What is it about the combination: that sweet white sugar, delectable brown sugar, and creamy, softened butter creating a light-as-air dough, stuffed full of semi-sweet chocolate chips? The chocolate chip cookie has the power to change the world, or, at the very least, … More Semi-Sweet, Bitter-Sweet?
Last week on a rainy cold winter’s eve, my colleagues and I decided to treat ourselves for manis, pedis, and dinner in Crystal City. It had been a long week spent on field trips and we had one day before Winter Break. S and I were a bit hungry so we ended up at Jaleo’s … More Girl Talk
October 31st, 2012 I woke up super early to pack all my things for that evening– I was to go to the Ballet. It was one of those crazy mornings in which you barely remember to put on shoes thanks to your busy mind. I slipped off my wedding/engagement ring to encase my legs in tights, … More Lady S. of the Ring