A New Semester; the Usual Terror.

Tomorrow is the beginning of the second semester of the four semester graduate program I am enrolled in, and I am terrified. This freak out is nothing terribly new; I tend to do this at the beginning

I want to Say I Do, Until I Don’t

This past July my boyfriend declared he was ready to take the next step in our relationship by moving in to my house. Cohabiting was a topic we had tap danced around; the dance includes sessions of

If You Don’t Like Me I Mostly Don’t Care, but it Still Hurts a Little.

I received a unexpected message from a girlfriend who listed many ways in which she loved me. While it felt wonderful to read several clear reasons why she loved me at the top of the list were

The Gift I Give to my Children.

As an overextended mother of three children who is in graduate school, I compensate for my decline in attention throughout the school year by taking the kids on adventures. We love our adventures together because we might

When you Unfriend Everyone on Facebook

A few months ago, after a short time into my first semester of graduate school with an accompanying emotionally taxing internship, I knew something had to give. What I chose to give away was my Facebook account

Love is a Verb; Snoopy gave me proof.

Because I have too much time on my hands these days I can now return to my regularly scheduled over thinking and self-analysis. And because relationships, connections, and what defines love and friendship have been on my

What is Love?

What is Love? This topic has been rolling around in my brain in some aspect for last few years. I didn’t narrow down the question until only recently, but I realize the question really has to do

Winter Break…so far

I have officially been on winter break a week tomorrow. Typically after a semester ends I go into a mild depression for a few days. Mostly because my life for the last couple years has only been

This week’s running theme (apparently): Marriage. Eek.

The first night I met my boyfriend I decided to share a recent declaration I had made to my Facebook audience: I deserved a real wedding, one day. I showed him the dress and the ring and

This Man Deserves a Post (Warning: sex talk in here.)

A couple years ago a private message on Facebook popped up from a guy whom I had gone to high school with. We had been connected on Facebook for quite some time but he was very quiet,