The Post I Wrote Instead of “The Other Woman Part 2”
Her mouse hovers over the “Publish” button. She spent the last half hour editing a blog post. She carefully crafted… Read More
Her mouse hovers over the “Publish” button. She spent the last half hour editing a blog post. She carefully crafted… Read More
It took me over three months to tell my mother I was dating him. It took me less than three… Read More
I won’t send the cliché “I miss you” text. Seriously, I won’t. I promise. Hold me to that. You have… Read More
It was the last night of my summer theatre gig. The one I had accepted with excitement that my boyfriend… Read More
What would be your own personal Hell? One created with all the specifications to maximize your suffering for all eternity?… Read More
“We need to talk.” That’s how it begins. That’s how it always begins, isn’t it? The gold standard of break… Read More
This summer has been rocky. In ways I never imagined it would be. My boyfriend Harry and I ended up… Read More